"Dad, I need to step out for a bit, I might..." Xiao Mo said.
"It's just the time it takes to have a cup of tea, what's the matter? Spit it out, let me hear!" Xiao's father slammed the table and roared, "Is it something work-related? Today is Sunday; if your boss is pushing you that hard, give me his number, and I'll call him right now to ask."
Xiao Mo held his forehead: "A friend needs help with something."
"What help? Tell me."
Xiao Mo fell silent. What help? He didn't know either.
"Can't say it? Hmm, don't give me that nonchalant attitude, I know what you're up to," Xiao's father said, "Get ready and come with me. Look at this place, it's so lifeless; I really don't want to stay here."
Xiao's father looked around. The place was still black and white, devoid of even the simplest decorative items.
Xiao's mother nudged his arm: "Hey, tone it down a bit, I think it's quite nice. Such a big villa shows our son is quite capable."
