Li Yan looked left and right, a little bewildered. His big, round eyes, so much like Ming Lingyi's, were filled with confusion.
'Ah, was this something I wasn't supposed to say?'
'So should I answer or not?'
'But this is Uncle's question. It wouldn't be right not to answer, would it?'
Since his father didn't want to hear it, Li Yan thought for a moment. He squirmed his little body, trying to lean across the table toward Ming Chengyu. He even raised a chubby hand to the side of his mouth. "Then, Uncle..." he whispered. "Lean in a little closer. We'll say it secretly, since Father doesn't want to listen."
Li Yun: "..."
'I really had a foolish son with Ming Lingyi!'
'Does he really think I can't hear his "secret whispers" with Ming Chengyu?'
He reached out and pulled away the hand Li Yan had placed by his mouth, looking at him coldly. "So foolish!"
