Tian Sangsang sat on the ground, gently pulling the standing Meng Shuyan into her arms, and softly asked, "Yanyan, why didn't you speak just now?"
To be honest, at this moment, she couldn't quite understand her son's thoughts.
Meng Shuyan's lips pursed, and his small eyes suddenly turned red, stubbornly tilting his head to the side, "I don't like her."
"Which he/she?" Tian Sangsang adjusted his little head, looking at him steadily.
"It's her." He seemed somewhat excited, "She just said Mom, you're scary."
"She didn't mean it, children speak without thinking."
Meng Shuyan shook his head, raising his voice, "Children do think. She's a bit taller than me and older too."
"Mom doesn't mind, so don't be angry, okay? Besides, she's a girl, and you're a boy, boys should be courteous to girls."
So it turned out that he didn't speak because of her. Tian Sangsang felt warmth in her heart and gently coaxed him.
Meng Shuyan lowered his head. But he still felt uncomfortable...
