The trail of thought that she had was broken and she was unable to continue to ponder over it.
Realizing that Su Peizhen's demanded her attention, Li Qianxue reached out her hand and held Su Peizhen's to stop her from waving. It was a rare moment when her tone was more severe than usual.
"How old are you now that you still behave so restlessly?"
"I just feel that you're ignoring me." Su Peizhen pouted slightly, obviously feeling a little wronged.
"I was thinking about some things. Now you've broken my trail of thought."
"Mother, what were you thinking about?" Su Peizhen found it difficult to rein in her natural curiosity. "Why don't you tell me about it?"
"What should I do about you?" Li Qianxue looked again at Su Peizhen at that moment and suddenly had the notion of comparing Su Peizhen with Su Qingsang.
Come to think of it, Su Peizhen and Su Qingsang were of similar age, but Su Peizhen was naturally the more attractive-looking one.
