Lu Lingxiao had no choice but to stretch his hand toward the red ink pad as the little guy tugged on it.
The little guy then grabbed his hand and, on the guarantee letter filled with his own misspelled words, forced him to press a handprint.
Lu Lingxiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He said to Youyou, "You need to practice your Chinese characters properly. I'll talk to your kindergarten teacher tomorrow and have them add an extra assignment for you."
Lu Youheng didn't seem to care at all. He carefully folded the guarantee letter, folded it again, and retorted, "I'm discussing something serious with you, and you're talking to me about studying?"
Lu Lingxiao: ...
...
Ye Xi sat alone in the living room, her mind in turmoil.
The coffee, brought by the housekeeper, had gone cold, and Lu Lingxiao had yet to come down from upstairs.
However, she kept her ears pricked, listening intently, and indeed there were no sounds of Youyou crying or Lu Lingxiao scolding.
