"Knock, knock."
Two crisp sounds.
Ye Qingsi bent her index finger, calmly looked at Song Yun and his father, and said, "Continue talking!"
Song Yun rubbed his head, wondering why his head, which could withstand bullets, felt pain from a flick of his mother's finger. After all, even a brick hitting Song Yun's head wouldn't necessarily hurt him!
"This is the power of love!" Ye Qingsi proudly lifted her chin and said, "What are you both thinking? Ergou, it's really something, you're always teaching your son all this nonsense!"
"It seems like it was your son who brought it up first!" Song Ergou looked at Song Yun aggrievedly and said, "Your son mentioned it first, I just responded, and now it's my fault? Now I'm the one teaching him nonsense? Why don't you say your son is teaching me instead?"
