"Do you think everyone is like your son?" Mu Yangling chided him. "Go outside and ask around. Who can so quickly guess that these pranks were designed by a group of children? Only the few of us who are used to engaging in a battle of wits with them can tell at a glance."
This was an era where fathers were strict and sons were filial. No matter how mischievous the children were, they would not dare to tease their biological uncle.
Only their family had always indulged their children.
Qi Haoran immediately pushed the blame away. "That's because you spoiled them!"
"Don't push the blame on me. I'm still considered a strict mother. On the other hand, are you a strict father or a kind father?"
"It's not that I didn't want to hit them with a stick, but you've never allowed me to do that. Why are you always stopping me?"
