The little guy was obviously more interested in this topic than in biscuits. Finally, he looked at the little girl proudly.
"Of course, you have good taste."
Nora was a little embarrassed.
"Easton, can I play games with you later?" The round-faced girl asked hopefully.
"No way, I want to be with my parents, not with you." Easton said rudely.
He added, "You talk too much. I don't want to talk to you. You should go."
Nora's face finally hardened as she watched the little girl leave with reddened eyes. For the first time, she looked at her son with a straight face.
"Easton, she's a girl. You're a boy. You have to be polite and tactful when you are talking to a girl. Didn't mom tell you? Look at that little girl just now. She's almost crying."
"I didn't make her cry," Easton tried to justify himself.
"If it weren't for your last words, she wouldn't have cried, would she?" Nora continued to lecture.
The little guy pursed his mouth, rolled his eyes, and immediately shifted the blame to his father, "My father told me so. He said that I can ignore anyone I don't want to talk to."
Derek was stunned, and his face immediately darkened, "Easton, what did you just say?"
As he spoke, he reached out his hand and was about to bring the ungrateful kid over, but Nora slapped his hand away.
"What else do you want to do after teaching your son such nonsense?"
She did not doubt her son's words at all. After all, Easton was still so young, and children saw things as the way how grown-ups behaved. Derek was not wronged at all.
The man who had been slapped in the hand arched an eyebrow slightly but was not angry at all. Instead, he looked at Nora with great interest.
This woman probably didn't even realize herself that she was getting less and less afraid of him and more and more daring.
Of course, this was a good sign.
Nora looked at her son again, "Easton, if there are children talking to you in the future, especially girls, you must have a better attitude. Do you understand?"
Easton blinked, "What if they are trying to make advances to me?"
Nora didn't know whether to laugh or cry at what he just said. She couldn't help but glare at her son, "Nonsense. You are all just little kids. The little girl just wants to talk to you. How is that making advances to you?"
Derek leisurely interjected, "Your son was kissed by his deskmate on the first day of kindergarten."
The little boy's face turned red with anger and shame.
Nora was stunned, "Really?"
Easton couldn't help but look at her resentfully. Nora was speechless.
Derek continued, "When your son first started kindergarten, he received all kinds of snacks, flowers, gifts, love paintings, and so on every day."
"Wait, what is love painting?" Nora wondered.
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