Yang Mufan's answer requirements are too harsh. She is asking a four-year-old child to answer questions at the speed of an adult. As a mother, how can she not feel distressed when she sees her son being rejected every time?
Mu Wanqing sat on the chair, shrank back slightly, and then swore seriously: "I promise, from now on, I will just watch you practice the questions and never speak."
Yang Mufan really felt that Mu Wanqing sitting next to her was an eyesore, but in front of his son, he really couldn't deny his mother's merits, so he didn't insist.
He flipped through the book and then read another question.
After finishing the question, Mu Wanqing turned to look at Yang Mu'an and saw that his beautiful little eyebrows were almost twisted into knots. She felt extremely distressed.
"An'an, the answer is..." Seeing that Yang Muan really couldn't answer, Mu Wanqing wanted to remind her. Unexpectedly, as soon as she opened her mouth, she clearly felt a "wow~" sound and a knife eye flew towards her.
Mu Wanqing was so frightened by Yang Mufan's fierce gaze that he wanted to cut her into pieces that she lowered her head and didn't dare to say a word.
Yang Mufan withdrew his gaze and immediately glanced at Yang Muan: "An'an, you don't know how to answer such a simple question. Are you still my son of Yang Mufan?! You look so much like me and your IQ is so different from your mother's?!"
Mu Wanqing was a little unhappy when she heard that Yang Mufan was so naked and attacking her in front of her son. She raised her mouth and complained faintly: "What do you mean, my IQ depends on me?! What's wrong with me?! I
IQ is not recruiting you, nor is it messing with you. If you really look down on your son and think your son is stupid, then why are you forcing yourself to teach him math?! I won’t waste your time."
After saying that, Mu Wanqing stood up suddenly and stretched out her hand towards Yang Mu'an: "An'an, come, mom will take you upstairs to take a nap. I won't have to answer questions with uncle anymore."
Yang Muan first looked at Mu Wanqing, then at Yang Mufan, and finally, he resolutely grabbed Mu Wanqing's hand and followed her upstairs.
When Yang Mufan saw the backs of mother and son, their handsome faces turned so dark that it looked as if they could scrape off a thick layer of ice.
The flames of anger spread rapidly in his chest. He wanted to tell Mu Wanqing to stop. The way he educated his son did not allow her to interfere. After all, his son was already four years old, which was a good time to educate him. If he were a little older,
If you cultivate it again, it will be too late.
However, he didn't want to have a big argument with Mu Wanqing in front of his son. After all, the impact on the child was too great.
Sister-in-law De led four maids and stood at the side of the restaurant, serving tea and water.
Obviously, Mrs. De felt the strange anger at the dinner table.
In the past, Mu Wanqing and Yang Muan were very active at the table during meals.
Yang Mufan often frowned and scolded them, telling them to eat well and not to talk.
Unexpectedly, tonight, Mu Wanqing and Yang Muan just buried their heads and kept picking up the food, while Yang Mufan's face didn't look better from the moment he put it on the table...