Qi Ming shook his head, "No."
Lin Chu looked at the man sanding the wood, then lowered her head to gaze at her sullen son. She seemed to understand why her son was unhappy.
She kissed her son's forehead and comforted him with a smile, "Daddy loves you very much too. Once he finishes making the bed for your sister, he'll make yours as well."
Hit on the right spot, Qi Ming's ears turned a bit red, his head hanging lower and lower, pretending to be indifferent, "I don't want it."
Lu Huai'an put down the bunch of half-formed wood pieces and got up to approach the mother and son, "What do you want?"
Qi Ming naturally remained silent.
Lin Chu mimicked him by shaking her head and sighing, "You love your daughter more and don't care about your son. He's upset."
To a father, daughters and sons are not the same.
A son can crawl all over the place, but a daughter must be cherished. It's not favoritism.
