Zhixi had a full face of exasperation, furiously kneading his cheeks: "Grandpa Weiwu my foot!"
"Ow ow ow it hurts it hurts!" he howled, "Grandpa, save me!"
"Your grandpa is currently meeting with the President right now, he can't help you." Zhixi sneered, kneading his face fiercely again until he was in tears before she finally let him go.
She somewhat understood why He Jingyao used to love pinching her cheeks so much, ah, it really did feel good.
With that thought, she kneaded her son's face once more.
The little guy glared at her furiously: "Gu Zhixi, I'm going to sever ties with you as mother and child."
"Oh." Zhixi responded coolly, grabbing his collar and carrying him back to his room, "Behave and learn your words. Today you at least need to recognize the four characters for Grandpa Weiwu, right?"
"Wuwu my head hurts..." He started to whimper pathetically.
