"Mom... I want to watch cartoons." Yu Ziqian, holding his small rice bowl while eating, squeezed next to the TV, pestering his mother with the question.
Sitting on the sofa with her bowl, drinking rice porridge, An Ning kicked her son in disgust. "Move out of the way, don't block me!"
Severely disliked, Yu Ziqian puckered up his little mouth in grievance, looking particularly sad at his mom. "Mom, are you really this annoyed with me? I'm your son after all, and yet you treat me like this." "Because your dad is more important to me," An Ning said longingly as she watched the TV.
"Tsk... you only think Dad is important now because you can't see him, you used to ignore him," Yu Ziqian complained to his mom.
An Ning glared at her son, her eyes releasing a fierce light. "..."
Yu Ziqian squinted his eyes and glared back at his mom, conveying that he wasn't afraid of her. Despite being small, he was also quite fierce.
