"What does it mean that she should follow her?"
Lu Fengxuan's face puffed up slightly, and just as she wanted to retort, she heard him speak again:
"How could your son bring lunch for other children? He is so proud, and besides Jiujiu, I haven't seen him getting along particularly well with anyone else last time."
"There was someone," Lu Fengxuan rested her palms on her chin as she spoke and watched him eat:
"You forgot, last time Qibao competed with you, Xiaoyi was sitting in the audience, extremely nervous, a mother knows her child best, I saw through his little thoughts at a glance."
Yu Chiyin was about to drink his porridge when he heard her words. He paused and reminded her:
"Axuan, our son is only four years old."
"What's wrong with being four, four-year-olds can have friends too. Childhood sweethearts, I love childhood sweethearts the most. If Xiaoyi really likes someone, I'll definitely be the most open-minded mom and won't create obstacles in his love life."