His dad might not have noticed, but he caught the fleeting guilty look on the kid's face.
Whenever that expression appeared, it usually meant that something of his had been ruined.
"Dad!"
"Come clean, just what of mine did you break?"
"What are you doing?" Old Mu stood in front of the child, puffing his beard and glaring, "Trying to act tough in front of me, are you?"
"Dad!" Now it was Luo Linhao's turn to call for dad, "You have no idea how mischievous this kid is."
"Don't you slander my good grandson like that, mischievous where? He's as good as gold." Saying so, he led the little grandson away.
Luo Hongjun thought to himself, Grandpa's way more formidable than dad! He's got my back from now on. Thinking this, he turned and shot Luo Linhao a smug smile.
Ye Zi'an watched this and was both amused and exasperated.
"What a sturdy little rascal."
