Shi Qingning felt more and more heartbroken, and got angrier and angrier, scolding her son: "Didn't everyone say you're amazing? You can't even look after your own son, what's so amazing about you? From now on, Ah Ling won't take care of him, I'll do it myself. You can't rely on anyone, I feel more at ease doing it myself!"
Jian Shichu smiled bitterly, "Mom, I'm also heartbroken that Ah Ling got hurt. I'm heartbroken, yet you don't comfort me. You scold me instead. I thought that by having a son, I was doing a great service to the Jian family. And now I've realized, my son has stolen all my mother's love, and now my father isn't affectionate and my mother doesn't love me. How pitiful am I!"
Shi Qingning was amused by him, slapped him on the back, "You're all grown up, yet you're still competing for affection with your own son. Why is your skin so thick?"
