"Waiting for me?"
Before Yang Qingtong even sat down, he quickly said, "Brother-in-law, you really misunderstood Lele..."
Yang Qingtong repeated the conversation he had with Yang Chuxia to Ye Ziāan.
Ye Ziāan was a bit stunned, "But why is it so similar?" Even if the ideas are the same, the sentences are almost identical, with just a few differences in wording. This is way too much of a coincidence.
"Coincidence," Yang Qingrui could only say that.
Yang Qingtong added, "Nephews take after their uncles, weāre on the same wavelength."
However, Yang Chuxia said, "Anyway, no matter why theyāre the same, Qingrui and Qingtong have testified, so you canāt wrong him."
Ye Ziāan washed his hands and came back, his gaze shifting back and forth between Yang Qingrui and Yang Qingtong. After a long pause, he asked, "Are you sure?"
Yang Qingtong nodded, "Of course!"
Yang Qingrui also raised his hand, "I testify."
"In that case, I believe him too." Seeing that neither of them avoided his gaze, Ye Ziāan was relieved. Naturally, he didnāt want to doubt his own son, but the similarities had made him think otherwise.
Before going to bed, Ye Ziāan went to Leleās courtyard and saw that the light in his small study was still on, the door slightly ajar, so he quietly pushed the door open and went in.
The little figure under the lamp was buried in his desk work, completely unaware of someone else entering.
As he got closer, Ye Ziāan noticed the child was practicing the abacus, beads clacking loudly.
"Not bad!"
Seeing his fingers fly and each calculation spot-on, Ye Ziāan couldnāt help but praise aloud.
Lele looked up and saw it was him, then snorted coldly.
Obviously, he was still angry.
Ye Ziāan chuckled, "Still holding a grudge? Where did your manners go? Donāt you know you should call me Dad?"
"Dad!" Lele pouted, called out once, then buried himself back in his abacus.
Seeing Leleās interest, he said, "Your mother has a set of math formulas. Once you learn them, you wonāt need an abacus or pen and paper to calculate; you can get the correct result mentally."
"Really?" Lele looked up, "Why havenāt I heard mom mention this?"
"Of course there is." Ye Ziāan thought for a moment and added, "Actually, I know it too. If you want to learn, I can teach you."
Inwardly, Ye Ziāan mused that apologizing to his son was indeed a bit difficult to say directly, so he could only use a roundabout tactic.
Unfortunately, Lele saw through his intention at once.
"I donāt want to learn from you." Lele continued, "Iāll ask mom tomorrow."
Ye Ziāan opened his mouth, thought for a moment, and said, "Your mom is busy, let me teach you instead."
Lele gave him a sideways glance, "What do you want to say? Just say it straight. But if you want to accuse me of copying Uncleās work, I absolutely wonāt admit it, and I wonāt apologize."
After a long pause with Ye Ziāan saying nothing, Lele gave him an eviction order, "Iām done practicing, I want to sleep now, you can leave."
"Hey, you little brat, who kicks their dad out?" Ye Ziāan was displeased and said with a darkened face, "Iāll sleep here tonight."
Lele twitched his mouth, not understanding what Ye Ziāan was up to.
After the father and son washed up and went to bed, Lele quickly fell asleep.
Ye Ziāan watched his sonās little face, feeling a bit troubled, "Son, I wronged you, Iām sorry."
"Dad, if you want to apologize to me, just say it directly to my face. I wonāt laugh at you. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes."
Originally asleep, Lele suddenly opened his eyes, looking at Ye Ziāan with a half-smile.