Qin Nanyu led his daughter out of the living room when he heard his son clearly articulating his grievances.
The miserable appearance almost made him feel sorry—if it hadn't been about badmouthing him.
He wanted to go up and deal with the brat, but as he got closer, he noticed Ji Weitian's expression was off, and it suddenly dawned on him that she might really believe the little guy's words.
Qin Nanyu paused, "Ji Weitian, you're a mature adult now, you should have your own judgment. Qin Morui is just pretending to be pitiable to win your sympathy!"
"Ruirui is only four years old, what's wrong with wanting people to care for him? You're all grown up, and yet you always want me to take care of you, are you pretending to be pitiable too?" Ji Weitian argued logically as she held her son.
Qin Nanyu: "..."
He was indeed pretending to be pitiable to gain sympathy, and now the little guy was copying him; he suddenly felt like he was a lifting stone to drop on his own foot.
