The little boy quickly stepped forward and tugged at Shi Nuan's sleeve: "I'm sorry, sister, I didn't mean to, please don't tell Little Mei, I beg you, I don't want Little Mei to ignore me in the future, sister, I'm sorry..."
The florist was watching in disbelief from the side, knowing his son all too well, with a stubborn temper that was hard to break, often making mistakes and never admitting to them no matter the scolding.
Unexpectedly, Shi Nuan managed to subdue him with just a few words.
Shi Nuan smiled and said, "I won't tell Little Mei, but you have to promise me, sister, that in the future, if you haven't figured out the situation, you can't just push people over like you did just now. Also, when you make a mistake, you need to apologize proactively, admit your error, and never repeat it again, okay?"
The little boy seemed to hesitate for a moment before finally nodding, saying, "Okay, sister!"
