"OH BUDDHA, H—HUSBAND, CALL THE POLICE NOW, OR WE WILL BE IN TROUBLE!"
I was shocked when my mom yelled at me, and my dad went to take his phone, ready to call the police.
I hurriedly snatched the phone from my dad's hand and yelled, "Mom, Dad! He is my boyfriend! He comes here willingly! Why don't you guys believe me!?"
My mom hugged me tightly and said, "Oh, my dear daughter. We love you so much, but this is not the way to get a husband. The last of this groom kidnapping tradition had been done by your great-grandma, and we've stopped kidnapping groom!"
"Maybe the blood of the groom kidnapping tradition still flows deep in your vein, so you have the tendency to kidnap a handsome young master," My mom looked serious when she said that, which I thought sounded so ridiculous.
"Is that… for real? Groom kidnapping?!"