"No wonder he's my son."
Mrs. Song was sitting in first class, crossing her legs, sipping the red wine she had just ordered.
Father Song was reading a newspaper, a habit he's had for ten years without any intention of quitting.
"Does he have my charisma from back then?"
"Stop kidding, it was clearly me who pursued you first?"
"Oh? How come I remember that day it was me who helped you first?"
Everyone knew that Father Song and Mrs. Song were in love, and until now, they still hadn't cleared up who was chasing whom back in the day.
But what does it matter?
Two people who like each other, constantly playing games to be together, that's sentimental fun.
Even after having children, and now their son is about to get married, their love remained strong.
Father Song was the type who would agree with whatever his wife said.
