With a pout of his little mouth, he said aggrievedly, "Mommy, I don't want to take the bus, I don't want to live in this neighborhood, I want to go back to Daddy's house!"
As he spoke, the little guy was about to cry.
Song Dabai was already accustomed to the life of a young master in a wealthy family, and now having to take the bus to school was truly something he couldn't adapt to.
Song Yinyin knew her son felt wronged, but instead of coaxing him, she turned around, squatted down, and pretended to be angry.
"Earlier, didn't you say you wanted to see the house where Mommy and Grandma used to live? Now that we're living here, you say you don't want to stay? Mommy lived here for many years when she was little, but now you don't want to?"
Listening to Mommy's words, even though he felt wronged, the little guy stopped crying.
He hung his head, wiped his tears with his little hands, pouted, and said nothing.
