No Hurt Without Comparison

Upon hearing his great-grandpa's voice, Xiaoqi hurried out of the gym on the second floor. He went down the stairs and asked excitedly, "Great-grandpa, has Mommy's variety show started?"

Su Xiyin took a look at the little guy, who was wearing a handsome red boxing suit. He had just finished practicing, and his face was still covered in sweat. Her heart ached as she got up and carried him down the stairs to wipe his sweat. She kept complaining. "Hubby, look at Ci Er. Is he serious? How old is Xiaoqi? Why should he practice boxing?"

Ever since they had returned, Xiaoqi had been boxing in the gym every night. He spent two hours after dinner, and no one could persuade him otherwise. He insisted on practicing.

"A boy should train more. He won't be bullied in the future. Don't feel sorry for him." Huo Xiao frowned as he looked in the direction of the bedroom. Then, he bellowed, "Huo Ci, did you hear me?"