Qi Ran sighed secretly and went to see Su Wanxin.
Su Wanxin was also a bit confused by Fu Shihan's sassy moves just now, and as she recalled it, she couldn't help wanting to laugh.
She met Qi Ran's eyes, pursed her lips, hid her smile, and advised, "Mom, don't stoop to his level, don't be angry."
Qi Ran snorted coldly: "Smooth talker, avoid contact with him in the future!"
"Okay, I got it."
Su Wanxin nodded happily, realizing this was not the time to provoke her further.
The heating in the house was turned up high, and soon after eating, Yangyang started rubbing his eyes, feeling sleepy.
Su Wanxin carried him upstairs to put him to bed. Yangyang, half-asleep in her arms, asked with a mix of unhappiness and worry, "Mom, is Dad mad at me? Did I say something wrong?"
"No, you were wonderful today."
"Really? But Dad told me to shut up!"
"That... was a mistake."
"Umm... okay." Yangyang felt reassured after hearing his mom's words, "Then I forgive him."
