"Uncle Lu is very busy. And Li Sicheng is so good as Dad."
"I think Uncle Lu is much better than that person," Li Jianqian said and looked sullen. "What's so great about him? Uncle Lu is much better than him."
Li Jianqian was a mature boy and he had not cried in a very long time. Now his expression was even more heartbreaking for her to watch than his tears. Su Qianci reached out and pulled him over, comforting him like she used to. "Don't cry, don't cry. Dasu is a boy."
Li Jianqian felt even more sullen. Holding his mother's shoulder with one hand, he choked without crying.
"Dad likes you very much, but Dasu seems to dislike him. If Dasu sees someone who doesn't like you very much, will you still go to play with him? No, right?" Su Qianci said. "It is the same. No one wants to play with people who don't like them."
