I wasn't sure before, but I was afraid of Ling [a little local means that Beijingers work under the command of servants] and I was angry with you. We are angry with you here. It should be your sister. Our mother here is your mother, your mother, and you are your mother. [We call names here, and there are some habits between friends like you who are sons of bitches. I'm angry with your sister [friends], but once I scold my mother, it seems that some places start to fight.