He wasn't foolish, he knew Ya Shitian couldn't be offended.
Ye Wenshan stepped forward and snatched the cup from Ye Anqi's hand, he had just taken a sip when he almost sprayed it out—
It was so salty, there must have been half a bag of salt in there at least!
Ye Wenshan hurriedly grabbed a glass of water and drank it down desperately.
After a while, he finally caught his breath, but his complexion was quite unsightly.
"You little brat, how dare you put so much salt in the juice?!"
Ye Shaokun, being caught, stubbornly said, "I just wanted to play a joke on my sister."
"Is that how you play jokes?" Ye Wenshan's angry face was contorted.
"I really wanted to play a joke on her, I just wanted to pull a prank, there was no other meaning…"
Ye Wenshan actually cherished this son very much, to avoid letting him feel wronged, he only dared to bring him home after Ye Anqi and Ye Rumeng had left the family.
