With a headscarf wrapped around her hair, Chenxing looked at her eldest son. Her eldest son's eyes were darting around as he looked at her. He was far from quiet, with a natural fondness for activity. In his small hand, he clutched a lock of her long hair and tugged hard. Chenxing was caught off guard and felt a sharp pain, prompting Gu Shaocheng to immediately switch his sons with her. He gently patted the chubby little bottom of the mischievous eldest son twice, causing the little guy to burst into tears.
"Don't hit him!" Chenxing immediately protested.
Gu Shaocheng: "I'm disciplining him for you."
"You're not allowed to hit my son no matter what!"
"But he's bullying my woman!"
"If you hit him again, I'm not finished with you!" Chenxing was fiercely protective.
Gu Shaocheng's good intentions turned sour, "Okay, okay, no hitting, no hitting. Little Zun Zun, don't cry, we're not hitting you, OK?"
