"Oh." Bai Xiaobai's voice held a hint of disappointment.
"Chu Xi, do you... blame your mommy?" Bai Jingqing touched his son's little face.
"What?" Xiao Bai didn't understand what Daddy was talking about.
"Your mommy is so strict with you, making you wash clothes and cook when you're so young, doing all the housework. Actually, these shouldn't be things a child your age has to do. Do you blame her?" Bai Jingqing looked at his son with a heartache. To be honest, sometimes he felt a small degree of blame towards Qianqian when he saw how sensible his son was.
"I love Mommy." Xiao Bai replied almost without hesitation.
"You..."
"I love Mommy. No matter what Mommy does, it's all for my own good. Cooking and washing clothes aren't hard; once I've learned, I've acquired survival skills. How could I blame Mommy? Daddy, you shouldn't blame Mommy either, okay?" Xiao Bai held onto Daddy's big hand.
