As they heard the child's sincere words, even Lu Chongshan and Yan Ruyi were suddenly tongue-tied.
Lu Jingli was so touched that he was about to cry. He murmured, "Father, Mother, I didn't want to say anything, but sometimes your lines of thought are too stubborn, especially Father's. Why do you always have to view others with prejudiced lenses? Even though I can understand that once bitten, twice shy, but you can't paint everyone with the same brush, can you?"
"You punk, keep quiet. What do you know?!" Lu Chongshan scolded his son, then he looked at Lu Tingxiao. "Tingxiao, come out with me for a while!"
Lu Jingli immediately gave his brother a reassuring look.
Lu Tingxiao stroked Little Treasure's forehead, then he said to Ning Xi, "I'm going out for a moment."
"Mmm."
...
In the empty corridor.
Lu Chongshan's face was covered with dark clouds. "Tingxiao, are you like Jingli? Do you think I'm stubborn and unreasonable?"
