"How can it be the same? What I said was simply to fully express my trust in my son." Ou Chengtian looked at her seriously.
Xia Liyou twisted her lips slightly, a hint of melancholy slipping across her eyes, "He is my son, my own son. Stop inserting yourself into every aspect of our lives."
"Alright, stop dwelling on this matter. In reality, you know quite well how things are, don't you?" Ou Chengtian cooed, you as would a child, as if he was certain she would go along with it.
In fact, Xia Liyou did go along with it but she hushed her anger now.
"Liyou, are you comfortable sitting on the sofa?" Ou Chengtian asked after a moment of silence.
Xia Liyou sat with crossed legs, her arms folded across her chest, still miffed.
At his call, she raised her eyebrows and glanced at him, "I was quite comfortable until someone here made me uncomfortable."
