The Song Lady understood this principle all too well.
Her precious grandson refused to drink milk, and she was more anxious than anyone else.
"I know, but now that he won't drink it, there's nothing I can do about it at all."
"It would be great if the Young Mistress were here," the babysitter remarked.
The Song Lady sighed, "Yes, it would be great if Mengmeng were here. Jingxing wouldn't be refusing milk because he misses his mom, wouldn't be crying all the time. Look at him, his voice is all hoarse from crying."
Evening.
Song Yunchi had just returned to the Main Building when the Song Lady stood up from the sofa, expressionless, and told him, "Come to the study for a moment."
"Mother, let me check on Jingxing first."
"What is there to check? Come to the study first!"
Song Yunchi had no choice but to follow her upstairs to the study.
Bang!
The teacup was slammed heavily on the coffee table, making a loud noise.
