Nan Xia felt disdainful, Sweetie Yu stood by her side, warily watching the woman.
At this moment, the woman had lowered her gaze, and she said with grievance, "Jingxuan, I'm so sad, my son listens to Matilda, and they don't acknowledge me."
She looked down at her pants, where there was a distinctly visible mark.
"She instructed Sweetie Yu to kick me, and Sweetie Yu did as told."
Her forlorn appearance made Feng Jingxuan even more dissatisfied with Nan Xia.
"You just came back, they are not yet used to it, I assure you, they will obediently listen to you in the future."
Feng Jingxuan softened his voice: "After all, you are their mommy."
The woman sniffled, fearfully asking, "Really?"
The man gazed sternly at Sweetie Yu, his expression darkening: "Apologize to your mommy quickly."
The woman pursed her lips, a gleam of triumph flickering in her eyes.
Sweetie Yu was furious: "Impossible, I will not apologize to this woman."