Wen Rufeng pinched his grandson's little cheek. "Your ears really work well, did you hear us talking upstairs?"
Yu Ziqian complained. "You guys were speaking so loudly."
Yu Feng's face turned pale instantly. "Loudly? Then didn't the tutor hear us too?"
Wen Rufeng's face also changed dramatically.
"What should we do, if this thing really gets out, what will happen to the Yu Family's reputation, and Jingchen's name?" said Grandma Yu.
"You see... I said this kind of thing shouldn't get out, if it does, our family will definitely become a laughingstock," Yu Feng emphasized.
Yu Ziqian chuckled. "You're all so worried, aren't you? Don't worry, I only heard it because I have this."
He took out a pen, but it wasn't an ordinary pen; it was a monitoring device that could hear everything happening downstairs.
Yu Feng took it, looked at it. "Where did you get this thing?"
