Long Fei looked at this little brat, usually clever, but in a critical moment, he was completely unreliable.
The guy scooped up his food in a few bites, and then schooled Long Fei, "Dad, when you do something wrong, you should bravely admit it! Don't always use me as a cover, I can't help the wicked."
"Oh, you little brat!"
Long Fei got up, raised his hand as if to hit him.
Little Kirin wiped his mouth and quickly slipped away, going back to his room.
In the dining room, only Long Fei and Lin Yingying were left.
Lin Yingying drank her juice calmly and said, "Look, even a half-grown child is more sensible than you. You're a grown man, yet you cover things up when something happens; are you afraid I'll eat you?"
Long Fei covered his face and weakly said to her, "I'm just afraid of hurting your feelings!"
Lin Yingying raised an eyebrow and said, "So, the matter with Ji Wanrong was your doing?"
"Yes, that's right!"
Long Fei nodded, no longer hiding.
