Song Mingsheng pursed his lips and tugged his sister towards the exit.
While walking, he said, "Luckily, Jade Ruyi was asleep, otherwise, if it heard Dad calling it ugly, it would have gotten angry again."
Song Yunuan stopped in her tracks, pinched her brother's tender little cheeks, and said, "Asheng, you can't indulge it, you know. Spoiling a child is like killing a child..."
Song Mingsheng's eyes widened: "But, it... it's not my son, is it? I don't even have a wife yet."
"It's just a metaphor. We can't say it's a trinket, but it's not far off, and besides, you were the one who rescued it from the basement. It should be thankful to you. The way you two should interact is that it listens to what you say, not the other way around where you take to heart whatever it says. Do you understand?"
Song Mingsheng thought for a while, his cheeks flushing with excitement, and he nodded vigorously: "Yeah, I get it, I get it!"
