Ye Zhimu was still sobbing, but she still managed to add a natural lilt when greeting Su Wan.
"Auntie Wanwan~"
"So what if your mom didn't go to the tug-of-war? Next time, next time I'll bring your mom, and we'll go cheer you on together, okay?"
"Really?"
"Yes, of course. It's wrong of you to argue with your mother over something like this. Your mother has already worked very hard raising you, and she has to work. If she didn't work, how could she give you a good life, don't you think?"
After thinking about it, Ye Zhimu realized that it was inappropriate for her to throw a tantrum today.
She looked up and glanced at her mother, who still had a cold expression.
She tried to appease Ye Xinning by tugging at her sleeve, "Mom~"
Ye Xinning lowered her head and looked at her, "Will you continue like this in the future?"
"I won't do that anymore," Ye Zhimu said, feeling wronged.
Ye Xinning then lowered her head, squatted down, and said seriously, "I hope that when we communicate in the future, we will communicate about the problems, rather than letting each other become punching bags. That's not communicating about problems, that's communicating about emotions."
Although these words seem inappropriate to a three-year-old child.
But Ye Xinning knew that Ye Zhimu could understand what she meant.
"Okay, I understand."
Ye Xinning kissed her forehead. "Okay, go wash your hands and get ready for dinner."
"good."
Ye Zhimu went to wash her hands. Su Wan smiled and said to Ye Xinning, "I wonder if this temper is like yours or like that guy from Nancheng."
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