Song Wanqiu looked at her son and then back at Han Siye, who was on the television. Looks like my son has met a formidable opponent.
Is he unhappy to see other boys getting along with Little Jiu?
Song Wanqiu pretended to be unaware as she walked over to pat Rong Si's head. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Rong Si looked away, not wanting to see Han Siye's face. That face was an eyesore no matter how he looked at it!
His sulking expression amused Song Wanqiu, who said, "Why do you say that it's nothing when you're so angry? Are you afraid that other boys will snatch Little Jiu away from you?"
"…" Rong Si pursed his lips and did not comment on that. However, just by looking at his furrowed brows, Song Wanqiu could tell that she was right.
She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Don't worry, he won't. He's still young. How could he snatch Little Jiu away? Even if he wants to, he can only do so when he's older."
