Seven-year-old Yuan Mingting clearly hadn't expected his usually loving mother to utter such words. For a moment, he stood there stunned, his upturned eyes drooping, slowly beginning to redden.
Without any sense of guilt for bullying a child, Su Li was quite pleased with the scene she had created. She smiled, continuing carelessly, "And besides, when adults are talking, what business is it of a child? Disrespectful to your elders, irreverent towards your mother, your manners seem quite wonderful, don't they..."
No matter how precocious Yuan Mingting was, he was still a child. Facing the belittlement and harsh treatment from his nominal mother, his pale, tightly clenched little face struggled to hold back tears, refusing to let them fall.
At that moment, he didn't dare say another word out of line to Su Li.
Su Li blew on her fingernails with a scoffing laugh.
He deserved it, being spoiled so...
Unaware of the vastness of the sky and the breadth of the earth.
