The anger in my heart kept rolling. Why? Because I grew up, because I am interested in women, because I am obsessed with you, it is not the obsessed by my son with mother, but the obsessed by men with women, do you know, who told you to be so mature and charming, so beautiful and elegant? Every day when I go to class and every night when I go to bed, I have no thoughts on reading and listening to her still scolding, I finally couldn't help but reply loudly: It's not you yet!