This speech so fired up Ye Yiyi's fighting spirit that she nearly forgot the important matter at hand. Today, she still had to dress up beautifully and get her revenge.
She immediately slid out of the spring roll, shook her messy hair, and waved her hand.
"Dad, don't worry about me, I'm off to strive."
Having said that, she dashed into the washroom as if her butt was on fire.
"Hey, are you free?" came the grumbling voice of Ye Yuan, who was studying on the other side.
Third Young Master Jun turned his gaze back to his son and raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong, come across a problem you can't solve?"
"As if there's a problem that could stump me. I was thinking... I want you to teach me... how to use a gun," Ye Yuan uttered astonishingly, his young voice devoid of any jokes or naivety, filled with seriousness.
Third Young Master Jun was taken aback, his phoenix-like eyes narrowed, as he crossed his arms and scrutinized Ye Yuan.
