"If this happens again, don't resort to violence without warning. Wait for Mom to come and help you. You're still young; you can't beat anyone, and you'll only suffer. He's giving in to you now, but will others do the same to you in public?"

Xiao Bao glanced at her, seemingly understanding but not quite, and said with a stern face, "That's the notebook you bought for me. That's my notebook. I won't give it to him."

Song Yanzhi was stunned for a moment. Was he so angry just because she bought him the notebook? She felt a pang of sadness.

"Yes, Mom understands. It's good that Xiaobao knows how to cherish his things, but don't let yourself suffer losses in the future."

After saying that, she got up and rummaged through the cupboard, took out a few peanut candies, and handed them to him, saying, "This is a reward for you, but you can only eat one today, save the rest."

Xiao Bao stared blankly at the candy in his hand. He had gotten into a fight and misunderstood Pei Jichuan.

His mother didn't punish him; instead, she gave him candy.

Song Yanzhi straightened up and looked at Pei Jichuan, who was still wiping away tears.

She handed him one: "Xiao Bao misunderstood you. Here's a piece of candy to make amends. He didn't mean it."

Pei Jichuan stared blankly at the candy in his hand, unable to come to his senses.

Looking up again, Song Yanzhi said to Xiaobao, "Come here, wash your face and comb your hair. Look how dirty you are."

Xiao Bao stuffed the candy into his pocket, and thinking about how Song Yanzhi had just praised him, he felt a lot closer to him.

I don't seem so angry about my notebook being stolen anymore.

Pei Yuchen rushed back covered in dust and saw that the two children's eyes were swollen like walnuts.