Song Wanqiu was sitting beside Rong Si, peeling an apple. When she saw that her son's mood kept changing as he watched the variety show, she couldn't help but laugh. She asked, "Why are you unhappy again?"
Rong Si's gaze turned slightly grim. He pursed his lips and said, "Little Jiu gave someone else a present."
Song Wanqiu had naturally seen that scene as well. She smiled and said, "Didn't she give you a gift too? Think about it. Little Jiu gave you candies and a gift she personally crafted. Don't you like it a lot? Oh right, her father gave you your school bag too. It's equivalent to Little Jiu giving it to you."
Rong Si was speechless.
I see.
"Also, you've gone to Little Jiu's house for a meal. The other children haven't even been there yet. Most importantly, Little Jiu helped us a lot. If not for her, the matters regarding my illness and your school might not have been settled."
