"They're persecuting and oppressing me, I get it, my little uncle mentioned it before," Yangyang turned his head and added, "I told you, I'm my mother's child, not born of a bear, not a bear child."
It took a moment for Ye Zi'an to reply helplessly, "He's so young, yet his tongue is so sharp. Isn't he going to infuriate people to death when he grows up?"
It's hereditary—loud and clear!
"Hehe..." Yang Chuxia let out an embarrassed chuckle. Her youngest son's temperament and temper, especially his way with words, were so much like her own.
By the time Ye Yi returned, it was already evening.
"So did you find out, what exactly happened?"
"I found out." It's just... this whole incident is so melodramatically flipped on its head.
"If you've found out, then speak, don't be so hesitant."
Ye Yi organized his thoughts, "Actually, it wasn't anything major, it's just that Master Yang..."
