"..." Su Qingyue looked down at her son's incomparably beautiful little face, speechless from his words.
She had long forgotten about third brother, sailing him off to the Pacific Ocean, yet sometimes the way her son spoke, his tone, was undeniably similar to that of third brother.
"Mom, are you refusing to admit you're wrong?" Little Ye'er blinked, and with a slightly chubby hand he tried to touch her head, but even standing on his tiptoes he wasn't tall enough, so he withdrew his little plump paw, "Mom, please be at ease, making a mistake in front of your son isn't embarrassing."
She felt inexplicably frustrated and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth, "Your mother is learned and wise, how could I be wrong?"
Seeing the old lady getting angry, Little Ye'er quickly tried to appease her, "Yes, if Mom is right, then she's wrong, and if she's not, she's still right. It's all your son's fault."
