Wuya wore an unhappy face, "I am your mother!"
Xiaochun kicked her arms and legs, her mouth downturned as she thought about crying but dared not to cry. Powerlessly wrapped in two big tears, she said, "You're a mother, and she's a mother, you're all mothers!"
Su Luo couldn't stand to watch this and said, "Wuya, put the child down. You're scaring her, and she's about to cry!"
"Just being this high up frightens her? How will she ever train in Qinggong?" Wuya remained unmoved. "I will discipline my child. What does it have to do with you? Don't think that just because you're the senior brother's wife, you can boss me around!"
This...
Su Luo scratched her head. This Wuya was stubborn to a fault, completely impossible to reason with.
She could only look to Wei Shu for help.
Wei Shu's brows slightly knit as he spoke up, "Wuya, put Xiaochun down. She's still young."
For a child not even two years old, it was indeed too early to talk about practicing Qinggong.
