Xiaoyi's temperament is exactly like his father's, ten out of ten—stubborn and unwilling to show weakness, with a stubborn streak that resembles Lu Fengxuan.
With such a disposition, being tough won't work; only a softer approach would do.
Lu Fengxuan waited patiently for a few minutes and, seeing him lying on the bed sulking to himself, she deliberately sighed and said,
"I thought that my son had forgiven me for my past foolishness, and that we, mother and child, were of one heart. I didn't expect that my son still disliked me so much, blaming me for my previous mistakes. It's understandable if my son doesn't like me."
Xiaoyi pricked up his ears, and upon hearing her say this, his little mouth puckered tightly, his face filled with stubbornness.
"That's not it at all," Jiujiu spoke on behalf of her brother. "Mommy, brother likes you. When bad people bully you, brother has been secretly teaching them a lesson."
