Miao Yajing looked up at Zhou Mei, "I didn't bully him! It was he who scribbled all over my workbook!"
Hearing this, Zhou Mei became even angrier, "It's just a workbook, isn't it? I'll buy you ten more tomorrow!"
"Mom, that's my classwork."
Zhou Mei pressed her throbbing temples, unable to hold back her shout, "What about your classwork! You're so diligent but I don't see you scoring seven hundred points on your tests. Besides, he's your little brother, and much younger than you, can't you just indulge him a little?"
Indulge your little brother!
Indulge your little brother!
It's always the same.
No matter what happens, regardless of right or wrong, they always say this sentence.
Why?
Just because he's younger?
Being young gives him the right not to distinguish between right and wrong?
After saying that, Zhou Mei tried to keep her patience and crouched down to look at her younger son, "Chao Chao, stop crying. We don't need to lower ourselves to your sister's level."