His dad might not have noticed, but he caught the fleeting guilty look on the kidās 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 Linhaoās turn to call for dad, "You have no idea how mischievous this kid is."
"Donāt you slander my good grandson like that, mischievous where? Heās as good as gold." Saying so, he led the little grandson away.
Luo Hongjun thought to himself, Grandpaās way more formidable than dad! Heās got my back from now on. Thinking this, he turned and shot Luo Linhao a smug smile.
Ye Ziāan watched this and was both amused and exasperated.
"What a sturdy little rascal."
"Even more mischievous than Yangyang." Luo Linhao said helplessly, "At least Yangyang didnāt ruin any of your stuff when he was small."
"Of course!" Ye Ziāan replied proudly, "After all, whose son is he? He only ruins things from other peopleās homes."
Luo Linhao was speechless; is ruining othersā property something to be proud of?
When they entered the hall, they found Yang Xiayun directing people to sweep things up, and there were still faint traces of glass shards on the floor.
"Cousin!"
"Dad, Uncle!"
Luo Linhao went forward and patted Lele, "Youāre quite the grown-up now, any girls caught your fancy?"
"Uncle, please donāt start talking about this the moment you see me." Lele had a few black lines on his forehead; this talk could easily prompt his mom to push for marriage.
Luo Linhao assumed he was embarrassed to talk about such things and didnāt press further. Turning to the glass shards on the floor, he asked, "Whatās broken here?"
Yang Xiayunās mouth twitched slightly, "Your glass inkstone."
"..." Luo Linhao was at a loss.
Ye Ziāan glanced at the shards on the ground and then at Luo Linhaoās expression, probably something he cherished dearly.
"I knew this brat was good for nothing but trouble." That glass inkstone, there werenāt more than five in the entire Great Zhou, and he spent a thousand silver taels to obtain it, only for it to be broken by this kid?
"Wasnāt it kept in the box? How did it get out?"
"He took it out to show off."
Luo Linhao waved his hand and said to Ye Ziāan, "Cousin, you see it, right? Such a little wastrel. How about you help me manage him?"
"Me, manage him?"
"Right!" Luo Linhao had this thought not just for a day or two; he had been thinking this way since he was down south.
Look at the kids in cousinās family, each one so impressive. Then look at his own two, one almost growing wild, the other silent like a gourd without a mouth.
"Brother-in-law, you really have to help with this." Yang Xiayun also said, "Neither of us are good at disciplining children. Now that weāre back in the Capital City, seeing dadās attitude, he might spoil the kids even more. Hongjunās already getting bigger than his britches, and it might worsen."
"Aunt, you really trust my dad." Lele couldnāt help but speak up, "Dadās been letting us loose for years now. Otherwise, would Yangyang have left a note and run away? Arenāt you worried that after dad teaches him, Hongjunās mischief will get even worse?"
Ye Ziāanās face darkened hearing this and he knocked him on the head, "Always disrupting things."
"If brother-in-law can discipline Hongjun to be like Yangyang, a general at such a young age, Iād laugh myself awake from dreaming."