"Alright, mother makes sense, I'll go write."
Upon hearing him say that, Yang Chuxia knew he understood.
"Good boy, off you go."
Seeing him bow his head, ready to go upstairs, Yang Chuxia couldn't help but smile, having found the simplest way to handle this little rascal.
But her smile was caught full-on by Yangyang as he turned his head back.
"Mother, you're tricking me, aren't you?"
Seeing him stop and stand still, Yang Chuxia raised her eyebrows, "Son, first of all, mother has naturally not deceived you. Secondly, even if mother did trick you, you still need to go and write. If you don't practice your writing properly, are you asking for a spanking?"
The moment he saw his mother getting upset, Yangyang immediately said repeatedly, "Mother, I'm going to write right now, right this instant." As he turned around, he even patted his little chest, muttering, "Mother's change of face is so scary."
