Li Jinnan laughed in spite of himself, and he asked, "Who taught you to write 'gang up in cahoots' like that?"
Li Jianyue became indignant when she heard his question and, with her arms akimbo on her hips, she stuck out her chest and said self-righteously, "Isn't it right? Auntie, what's wrong with that?"
Ye Youyou was tidying up the toys for the little brats when she heard Li Jianyue's question. Without looking up, she replied, "There's nothing wrong with 'gang up in cahoots.' Isn't that an idiom?"
"Exactly!" Huffing in anger, Li Jianyue walked over and said, "Uncle is a baddie. Brother Mosen laughed at me, and so do you!"
Li Jinnan couldn't help but burst out laughing as he looked down the row: "Bring one's breast upon oneself. Original Idiom: Bring contempt upon oneself."
"Hahaha!" Li Jinnan could no longer hold back his laughter. "Isn't this action a little too difficult?"
