"Those who mock your gifted notebook are no longer worthy of receiving your presents."
Yin Shixiu finished speaking, and Shuangshuang, this little girl, rolled her eyes twice, seemingly imagining how proud she would be at that moment. After seriously brewing the thought, she nodded vigorously at Yin Shixiu,
"Good idea!"
Su Xiaomeng chuckled slightly, and then saw Shuangshuang tumbling off the bed, "Then I'll go back to my room to sleep, Dad, you can keep sleeping on the bed!"
The little girl patted the bed surface, acting as if she had forgiven him, and left the room on her own.
Su Xiaomeng sat by the bed, looking at the somewhat dazed Yin Shixiu, "What's wrong? Haven't you already thought of a solution?"
Yin Shixiu pulled Su Xiaomeng's hand over and looked at her, "How about you?"
"What?"
"Did you ever get mocked when you were young? Did you ever...get bullied because of other people's comparisons?"
"How could I possibly be?" Su Xiaomeng looked surprised.
