"What's with that? Are you trying to needle me on purpose?" Mu Shaoling said with a stern face.
"Don't say Brother An is needling you," Yang Chuxia waved her hand and said, "Rather, it's about time you changed your attitude towards Chengcheng. Don't act like an old lady every day, treating your son like he's a loss, so irritating to look at."
"Pff..." The water that Mu Shaoling had just sipped sprayed out. "What nonsense are you spouting? How could my son be a loss?"
"That's what I'm asking you! Every day you see your son, you're all cold faces and disdain. Please, even though he's still young, kids are sensitive, and they can really feel what kind of attitude an adult has toward them, okay?" Yang Chuxia continued her tirade, "When it comes to interacting with your son, you really need to learn from Brother An. Just look at how close Yangyang and Brother An are, and then look how much Chengcheng disdains you. Don't you do any self-reflection?"
