Su Xiaoyue turned her head at this moment and responded, "We certainly won't be awaiting family discipline, as I don't approve of violent education. But some education is necessary, that boy really needs looking after every three days, or he'll be up to no good, even getting your clothes all wet and dirty."
As the four people entered the room, they saw Mingyu with his head hanging down, walking over, his water gun now in Jun Xi's hands.
"Mom, I'm sorry," Mingyu said, head down as he approached Su Xiaoyue to apologize, "I've been up to mischief again."
Su Xiaoyue let out a light sigh, not as angry as before, and said, "Mingyu, the person you should be apologizing to isn't mom, but Sister Qingqing. Go on, apologize to Sister Qingqing."
Mingyu uttered an "oh," and with his head still hanging, he walked over to Le Qingqing, quickly glanced at her, then lowered his gaze again, "Sister Qingqing, I'm sorry."
