The Stepmother’s Counterattack: Raising a Child in a Bygone Era

Although Pei Ziheng didn’t say a word, not even calling out "Dad," in Pei Yang’s eyes, his son was admitting his fault.

He grabbed a fruit beer and plopped down next to his son.

After pulling the tab of the fruit beer, he offered it forward, "Drink together?"

Pei Ziheng rolled his eyes, "You want an underage kid to drink?"

"You’re about to go to college, not a little kid anymore. Besides, what kind of alcohol is this? It’s basically a beer-flavored beverage, right, honey?"

Before Shen Mingzhu could speak, Pei Tang was already eager, "Daddy, I want to try the beer-flavored drink."

Pei Yang’s smile vanished, "You can’t drink."

"Why?"

"You’re still young."

"I’m not young, I’m starting second grade soon!"