Song Jiaying was amused by Qi Xiaoqi's 'innocence' and couldn't keep a straight face. He was handsome, with the most beautiful eyes, and looked at her so sweetly, it really softened her heart.
"Why pity your godfather? He's a bad guy, don't follow his example." Song Jiaying couldn't help but pinch his cheek and added, "And what do you know about men, little rascal?"
"A real man is like my dad, who doesn't cry. My godfather cried in front of Grandfather Cheng and my fourth uncle, saying how pitiful it was that his son couldn't be seen. That was embarrassing!" Qi Xiaoqi said.
Song Jiaying's mouth twitched, and she looked at Cheng Su: "Did you teach him?"
Cheng Su said, "I wouldn't teach him that. I'm on the woman's side, and Ning Ge needs to learn a lesson. Otherwise, he might think having a wife and son is easy."
Her words seemed to side with Song Jiaying, but Song Jiaying felt something wasn't quite right.
