"Youcheng?" Seeing Li Youcheng enter the room, Liu Li immediately called out.
Li Youcheng was in a terrible mood, irritably replying with a "Hmm," and then he turned his gaze towards Liu Dong.
"Uncle!"
At this moment, Liu Dong had his back to Li Youcheng, so he neither saw his awful expression nor heard the anger in his tone. He continued to write with his brush, full of satisfaction, and said, "Is that kid inside now? You all moved quite fast, didn't you?"
"Uncle, don't mention it. Sigh... I didn't successfully frame him; instead, he tricked me."
"Hmm?"
Liu Dong paused with the Purple Hair Brush in his right hand, not finishing writing the word "long". His brows furrowed, and Liu Li also looked at her son with a puzzled expression.
"Youcheng, what happened?"
"Uncle, Mom, this is what happened..."
Li Youcheng recounted what had just happened in detail. At the end, he clenched his fist in anger, "It's driving me mad!"
