Yu Jingxi suddenly blushed and burst into laughter. "Alright, I admit, I wrote this draft."
As soon as he finished speaking.
Grandma Yu adjusted her reading glasses and looked at her grandson. "Grandson, I'm asking you, did you graduate from elementary school? With your literary skills, it seems you're even worse than our Qianqian. Qianqian writes excellent essays."
Yu Jingxi curled his lips. "Qianqian isn't good at writing essays; I heard he's good at writing "erotica"."
Didn't he make the teachers react?
Everyone laughed again, looking at the little one working hard on his cream cake.
With cream on his forehead and a white mustache around his mouth, Yu Ziqian looked up. "What is erotica?"
Yu Jingchen kept a cold face. "Don't talk, eat your cake, and then brush your teeth and go to bed."
"Oh!" Yu Ziqian frowned, puzzled by what erotica meant.
Why did Dad go stern-faced?
There must be an unknown story behind this.
