"Mom, you spoil Zhenhai far too much. It's not like he's ever lacked for food or clothing. But he might not even be able to pass the physical exam."
She didn't say it outright, but the meaning behind her words couldn't have been clearer.
"I even placed in races at school!"
Sun Zhenhai instantly stiffened his neck to argue back.
"Oh, is that so?" A teasing smile touched Song Qingya's lips. "How about a little contest with your brother-in-law?"
...
The room fell silent.
No one said a word, and no one dared to respond to her challenge.
A single sentence had ended the argument.
Song Qingya had been standing there for quite a while.
Her legs had long since grown sore, and a trace of fatigue was visible on her face.
The very moment she lifted a hand to gently rest it on her lower back...
...Fei Jin read her intent in that subtle movement.
