Cheng Su had considered that she might clash with the older generation in raising her child, but when it came to her only son, she couldn't easily back down, even if it caused conflict.
And Mother Qi, during one of Cheng Su's rebuttals of her methods, finally couldn't hold back and complained, "I've had four children and did the same with all of them, and didn't I raise them tall and healthy? Where are all these illnesses and bad things you're talking about? Aren't they all the same people, just that he's the one being so precious?"
It infuriated her; hadn't she raised children? To put it bluntly, she's eaten more salt than Cheng Su has eaten rice!
Cheng Su saw Qi Xiaoqi glaring at them and first spoke to her son, "Xiao Qi, time for your nap. Why don't you get into bed now? Mommy will tell you a story to fall asleep, okay?"
Qi Xiaoqi nodded, letting Cheng Su carry him into the room, where he played on the bed, while Cheng Su returned to the battleground of the living room.
