"Gu Juexi, what's the matter with you? He's your son! Is there anything wrong with his statement?" Ye Yuwei hugged her son and exclaimed, "Or are you just making trouble?"
"Ye Yuwei, let's make this clear. When did I beat him?"
"You raised your hand," Ye Xicheng mumbled sadly, putting on his best poor-baby expression and hugging his mommy's leg.
Gu Juexi was speechless.
"Do you have any proof? You said that you didn't want to beat him, where is your proof?" Ye Yuwei questioned coldly. She knew there was a gap between father and son, but she couldn't accept the idea of him beating their son.
Gu Juexi wished he could slap himself on the face right there and then. What proof did they want from him?
Little Xixi—laying on the bed and blinking her big eyes—had no clue what was going on.
"Ye Yuwei, can you not take his side every single time?" Gu Juexi growled in a low voice.
