Ye Xicheng turned around and glared at Gu Juexi before he snorted. "Childish."
Gu Juexi was floored.
Gu Juexi looked at his son who was still glaring at him scornfully.
Childish?
He was only speaking the truth, so what was so childish about that?
Both the father and son continued staring at one another, refusing to admit defeat. Ye Xicheng looked at his father smugly and said, "Even I have stopped telling on others. You still need to tell on others when you are all grown up. How embarrassing!"
Ye Xicheng was young and his voice was clear and sharp. Therefore, when he spoke, everyone could hear each and every word that he said clearly.
Gu Juexi was speechless. He turned red as he glared at his son.
Ye Xicheng was not afraid but continued staring back at the old meatball. This was probably what they called a child's innocence. They could not be scared easily.
