When Gu Qingxin came downstairs, Ye Yingsu and Xiao Yi were resting in the living room. Yingxin was recently training hard every day, which led to his exhaustion and lack of energy.
Gu Qingxin entered the living room, caressed Xiao Yi's hair, and said with affection, "Shushu, could you please be less harsh? This is your own son."
"If I'm not strict with him, someone else will be in the future," Ye Yingsu responded indifferently.
"But we should take things slowly. Rome wasn't built in a day. Let's reduce his training time by half starting tomorrow. Don't forget that Xiao Yi can't express himself if something is bothering him," Gu Qingxin objected to her idea.
"Can he cope?" Ye Yingsu, eyeing their slumped over son, started doubting whether she had pushed him too hard.
Xiao Yi lifted his head and nodded vigorously, indicating that he could handle it.
"You see, he doesn't have a problem with it."
