Song Yi sat beside watching.
She thought to herself that Tang Si was really unbothered by tiredness.
Sometimes teaching a child to learn something is tiring for the parents.
Because you have to constantly watch them, draining both physically and mentally.
"I'm going to take a shower."
"Mommy——" Tang Song looked pitiful.
Song Yi paused her steps and glanced back.
"Be good, play well with your dad. It's learning a skill too, if you can't find a job when you grow up, recycling isn't bad."
"Anyway, don't count on your dad and me to support you. Your dad can only afford to support me."
After saying this, Song Yi left.
At this moment, little Tang Song felt like he was unloved by both his parents.
The kid really got quite a lesson that night and developed a fear for paper afterward.
Ripping paper was out of the question.
...
The next day, Fu Jingsheng strolled over to see his little nephew.
Fu Jingsheng visited often, and they were quite familiar with each other.
