Mrs. Wang waited until Qin Liuxi had left, then, seeing Qin Mingchun on the verge of tears, an expression of slight grievance, she rarely showed a smile.
"You big sister is right, one might be handsome as a child but not necessarily when grown up. A boy still needs to possess some talents." She touched the back of Qin Mingchun's head, saying, "Keep on writing. I'm going to your grandmother."
Qin Mingchun politely watched her leave, then sat back down on the chair, rubbing his wrists. His hands were truly sore.
"Don't listen to your mother and big sister. Who says one gets ugly when growing up? They are just scaring you," Aunt Wan eyed him and said, "You don't resemble your sister; you've inherited all the beauty from me and your father. I'm beautiful, so how could you end up looking bad when you grow up?"
Qin Mingchun's eyes shimmered, "Aunt, are you encouraging me to stop writing? If big sister beats me, you will have to protect me!"
