Pei Ziheng pursed his lips and thought for a moment, saying, "It's probably because she saw I don't really pay attention in class, so she wanted to give the front row seat to another student who isn't doing well."
"Mom, you don't have to worry, I finished the first-grade textbook a long time ago, it won't affect me getting a hundred percent no matter where I sit."
Shen Mingzhu was amused and couldn't help but reach out to touch his tender cheeks, "Whose amazing son is this? Oh, he's mine!"
The words "he's mine" filled Pei Ziheng's pale little face with sweetness and joy.
He was his mother's son!
And his mother was his!
"Son, then do you want to consider learning something else, like painting, piano, or chess?"
Pei Ziheng thought it over seriously and said, "I want to learn martial arts, so in the future when I grow up I can protect you, Mom."
Shen Mingzhu was so warmed by her son's words that she held his little head and kissed him hard.