He did not answer directly, but asked in a different way: "Don't you like Sister Xixin? Why haven't you called her for so many days?"
Xiao Nianxi was staring straight at his father. After hearing this question, he suddenly became sad, as if he had something on his mind.
Shen Jiayao blinked twice, very surprised.
Can such a young child have worries?
He was surprised.
Xiao Nianxi's words are reasonable and well-founded. First, confirm his own thoughts: "I miss Sister Xixin very much, but..." He lowered his little head, with some tangles on his beautiful face.
"But what?" Shen Jiayao took the little man into his arms and guided him.
"Sister Xixin doesn't like dad." After saying this, Shen Nianxi became sad, "If I let her be my mother, I would be happy, but sister Xixin will not be happy."
Shen Jiayao's face looked grim, and he seemed to be gritting his teeth: "How do you know she doesn't like me?"
"I just know!" The little guy hugged his little shoulders, his emotions suddenly became intense, "You made Sister Xixin unhappy that day."
A four-year-old can't understand things between adults, but he is keenly aware of the unusual atmosphere between the two.
Shen Jiayao didn't speak for a long time, as if he suddenly recognized his son, and stared at him for a long time.
It wasn't until the little guy started to squirm that he came to his senses, picked up his son and put him on the sofa, sitting side by side with him.
He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then explained: "I didn't make your sister Xixin unhappy."
Shen Nianxi tilted his head, not quite believing it.
Shen Jiayao continued: "Because I'm not familiar with your sister Xixin yet, and she doesn't know me, so she doesn't know what to say."
"Really?" The little guy was already a little shaken.
"Of course." Shen Jiayao said with a serious expression, "If you don't believe me, call her and ask her if she doesn't like me."
Shen Nianxi lowered his head, a little hesitant.
Seeing this, Shen Jiayao followed suit: "Aren't you worried that your sister Xixin will be unhappy? Then you should ask clearly. If she really doesn't like dad, don't contact her again."
Shen Nianxi flexed his little feet, frowned, and thought hard.
"Ask quickly." Shen Jiayao reminded coolly, "In a while, Asarum will have class during the lunch break."
Upon hearing this, Shen Nianxi immediately dialed the phone.
Lu Xixin was a little surprised when she received a call from Shen Nianxi again: "What's wrong?"
The little boy was silent for a long time, and then he spoke with a hesitant tone: "Sister Xixin, you, don't you like my dad?"
Why do you ask this question?
Lu Xixin was stumped. She didn't expect a four-year-old boy to be so sensitive and aware of her emotions.
What a sensitive child.
Is it because you are a single parent and don’t have a mother?
For some reason, Lu Xixin always felt soft-hearted when faced with Shen Nianxi. When she thought of the little boy who had no mother and was therefore precocious and sensitive, he felt very sad.
She quickly replied: "No, why would Nian Xi think so? I like your father very much."
This is totally the tone of coaxing a child.
But when Shen Jiayao, who was eavesdropping on his son's phone call, heard about it, his eyebrows relaxed and his whole body was filled with happiness.
After hearing this answer, Shen Nianxi was satisfied, said goodbye to Sister Xixin, and hung up the phone.
"Look, I told you that Xixin won't hate me." Shen Jiayao smiled with a smile on his face, a look of pride on his face.