Song Chengguang looked aggrieved, pursing his thin lips as he gazed at Xu Xiuxiu for quite a while: "Fatty said I am Shi Yu's wife, but Chengguang is a boy, not a girl." The boy, not yet five years old, felt his self-esteem had been infringed upon for the first time in his life.
Wife? Man?
"Even so, Chengguang, it's still not a reason for you to hit someone," Xu Xiuxiu said earnestly, gently pulling Song Chengguang to sit on the sofa while he stood rigidly in front of her: "Moreover, you took Little Huang with you. You scared the other kids, and you even let Little Huang get hurt. Little Huang is in pain, and you didn't notice because you were only thinking about yourself. So, do you think you did the right thing?" Xu Xiuxiu spoke and gestured for Song Chengguang to glance at Little Huang whimpering on the floor.
