"Lian, Yu, Cheng!" Lian Xinying called her son by his full name.
Ji Fan had already smelled the gunpowder in the air.
But the little rascal was a fearless ancestor who didn't care how Lian Xinying shouted; he simply wouldn't hand over what he'd gotten.
"Ji Fan! Stop fooling me! This flower definitely wasn't bought by the nanny. Tell me, what's hidden in the flower?" Lian Xinying wrestled with the little guy's body, trying to take out what he'd been hiding in his arms, while she questioned Ji Fan.
Ji Fan felt extremely embarrassed and desperately wanted to escape from this mother and son duo, but alas...
"What do you mean by what's hidden? What else could be hidden in a rose? Use your brain and think about it!" Ji Fan put his hands on his hips, fuming with anger.
Lian Xinying let out a cold snort, and with a strong tug, she straightened her son's body off the couch.
She caught a glimpse of the diamond ring clutched in her son's hand.
