“Bing is fucking useless!” father exclaimed impatiently, biting the pod of a bean. “I bet she sends him more money than she sends us.”
“Stop it!” mother was rattled, “Didn’t you agree with Mei when she brought the naughty boy here after the Spring Festival?”
“All I say is that Bing should be in prison, not in Macau.” father relented.
“It is Moon Festival. Don’t let Bing spoil our gathering dinner.” said Tao.
