Su Qing's face turned red and white.
She had lived for almost thirty years and had never been so embarrassed.
"Xiao Hu! Get up!"
She lowered her voice, using a threatening tone.
The Xiao Hu on the ground completely ignored her, his cries rising to another pitch, kicking his legs wildly like a fish out of water.
"I want it! I want that sheep!"
"Waaaah!"
This sound was sharp enough to pierce someone's eardrum.
Su Qing felt like her scalp was about to explode.
She wanted to cover her son's mouth with her hand but feared she would seem too rough in front of Lin Wan Yi.
She wanted to forcibly drag her son away, but this kid, somehow filled with stubborn energy, lay on the ground, and she simply couldn't move him.
Despair.
An unprecedented despair.
She took one last look at the painting on the wall and then looked at her son throwing a tantrum on the ground.
Finally, she gave up.
Su Qing turned around, almost bending over to Lin Wan Yi.
"Wanyi...sister..."
