Lian Xinying didn't say anything, but after telling a fairy tale to her daughter, she went over to her son.
She took the book from his hands and glanced at it.
"Has mom ever told you that reading while lying down is bad for your eyes?" Lian Xinying closed the book and put it aside.
Xiaocheng hadn't forgotten, he was just a bit jealous.
Mom just told a story to his sister but didn't tell him one.
"If your eyes get sick, you'll end up like Uncle Jian Yu, who has to wear glasses to see. Wouldn't that make you not as handsome as dad?" Lian Xinying compared it this way, hoping Xiaocheng would take it to heart.
Xiaocheng cared a lot about not being as good as dad, so he obediently nodded, "Mom, earlier you were telling a story to sister, but I don't like listening, so I read a book. I usually don't read while lying in bed."
"Hmm, mom believes you. Next time, when I tell your sister a story, I'll call dad to tell you a story, okay?"
"Okay. Where's dad?"
