Yu Jingchen looked at the child's sullen little expression and smiled, "Tell the truth."
"It's ugly," Yu Ziqian said, very unhappy and even disdainful.
An Ning frowned and gave the child a pat. "Didn't Mom say, 'A son doesn't find his mother ugly, and a dog doesn't scorn its poor home'? Why can't you remember that?"
Yu Ziqian wrinkled his little nose, reluctant to agree. "But I've never seen her, and I have no feelings for her. Why can't I dislike her? Besides, I think she doesn't look anything like my mom. She's just a cold, inanimate picture."
An Ning felt that the child also made sense and simply stopped criticizing him.
Yu Jingchen was taken aback and his gaze clearly lingered on An Ning's cheeks.
However, through the screen, An Ning couldn't see Yu Jingchen's rather surprised expression.
"Your mom isn't ugly. She's a very beautiful woman," Yu Jingchen interjected to correct.
The displeasure on Yu Ziqian's little face immediately turned to excitement. "Really?"
"Mhm."