"Su Nian, you naughty child, don't pull on mom's skirt like that. You're going to tear it."
Mrs. Su, although physically healthy, was still of advanced age. Being excitedly tugged and pulled outside by a vigorously energetic little boy was enough to wear her out.
"Look, there's my sister," Su Nian said cheerfully, pointing outside the fence at Su Li.
Mrs. Su looked up just then, her eyes meeting the smiling eyes of Su Li.
But the next second, a wave of high-pitched wailing erupted.
Mrs. Su burst into tears, her demeanor nothing like that of a dignified lady.
The initially grinning face of Su Nian was startled by his mother's sudden emotional outburst. He paused in shock and then started to sob loudly as well.
This time, Mrs. Su couldn't even care for her beloved younger son. She dashed outside in a flash and landed a few hits on Su Li.
