Meng Shuyan snorted angrily. That Aunt Qin Lan is so annoying.
Jiang Jinghuai patted his head gently and asked in a low voice, "Yanyan, you don't like her?"
"No, I don't!" Meng Shuyan nodded vigorously, fuming. "She always bullies Mom, they all do."
"That won't happen anymore. How badly was your mom bullied?"
"Not too badly. Mom fought back." Meng Shuyan propped up his chin, thinking for a moment. "Even though she fought back, she was still really mad."
He knew his mom never seemed like someone who could be easily bullied, but when she was, she tended to sulk by herself. Jiang Jinghuai let out an "oh" before suddenly asking, "Have you been staying somewhere else these past few days?"
"Yeah, we've been staying with Aunt Guan." Meng Shuyan's big eyes brightened as his lips curved upward. "Aunt Guan gave me a little wooden sword. Dad, I'll show you later."
The little guy could barely wait to show off the Peach Wood Sword.
