The woman bent down to look at the child. "Xiao Yi, you can play games if you want."
"Mommy will play with you."
"But don't say those things to other people again."
"They'll get angry."
"They won't like you anymore."
"Is that okay too?"
"Do you want people to dislike you, Xiao Yi?"
"No."
The child shook his head vigorously. "Xiao Yi doesn't want to be disliked."
"Xiao Yi is a good boy."
"Everyone likes Xiao Yi."
The woman chuckled.
She reached out and patted the child's head.
This time, the child didn't shy away.
The smile in the woman's eyes deepened.
"Mm, Xiao Yi is a good boy."
"Good boys can't just play games wherever they like."
"I—"
The child wanted to say he hadn't been playing a game.
He had only said what he'd seen.
But his voice abruptly cut off.
He saw the big brother wink at him, then shake his head.
He tilted his head, looking a little confused.
What did that mean?
Was the big brother trying to tell him something?
The interruption made the child miss his chance to explain.
Seeing the child begin to speak, then turn to look at the young man, the woman assumed he was embarrassed about his earlier behavior.
Her eyes curved into a smile.
Xiao Xiao thought she had probably misunderstood something.
Still, it seemed like a lovely misunderstanding.
"Sir, ma'am, could I talk to Xiao Yi for a few minutes?"
"Of course."
The man smiled.
The child hadn't resisted his wife patting his head, so he had probably calmed down by now.
At last, the matter had been settled.
He let out a sigh of relief.
For a child who rarely threw a tantrum, this one had been quite a handful.
They really had to