He dragged his unconscious father and mother with all his might, pulling them to the bedroom door.,“Every time Dad and Mom came home, there were more candles on the cake. Eighteen was coming-of-age, so when eighteen candles appeared, that was my pass.”,Hurriedly approaching the security door of the living room, Gao Ming peered through the cat's eye. The hallway was no longer pitch black, a dim yellow light flickering on and off, as if foreshadowing Gao Ming's departure from somewhere.。