Wen Xiao'ai felt even more conflicted after hearing this. She looked at the little guy who still couldn't speak fluently, and her heart ached.
"An'an doesn't understand yet. If we don't let him do what kids should do now, when he grows up and understands, he'll find himself different from other kids. What will he do on his own then? Other kids won't want to be friends with him because they won't have common topics, and then he won't even make friends. We're just An'an's mom and dad; we aren't An'an's whole life. An'an will have his own life, and many, many people will appear in his life in the future, it won't be just us." Jun Moyan continued.
Wen Xiao'ai said nothing, just looked at the little guy.
Seeing that the opinions of his mom and dad were inconsistent, the little guy was afraid that they would end up unhappy because of him. Sensibly, he said to Wen Xiao'ai, "An'an likes reading and writing, likes the kids in kindergarten, and likes learning skills to protect mom."
