Without bothering to respond, my eyelids were fighting against my imagination.
“Do you remember how adolescent Guo kicked his mother?” She asked.
“Yes, long time ago.” I answered vaguely.
“Guo has been spoiled too much since he was a little baby. I can understand that. But Ling?” She chuckled ironically. “I didn’t come to know Ling until we worked together in a massage parlor years ago. Of course, I don’t compare with her! She is my niece, I’m her auntie. She is young and pretty, I’m not. She has a terrifi c body, I don’t. She can play some tricks, I can’t. Many times, when there was a new customer, she would lower her dress to show her breasts or pull up her skirt to show her legs, intend to arouse the customer with her look, her sexy walk or her dirty talk. Of course, men love that. Who doesn’t? So all the rich customers were hers. Even one afternoon, when she was napping, I thought, it was fi nally my turn. But it was not. She popped out and played the same trick. Then the customer was snatched from me. How hateful it was for me being there! I’ve treated her as a daughter! But she only recognizes money! Do you know everything for her is money, money, money?”