"Get up!" Bai Ruozhu demanded angrily.
"I won't get up. If I make a mistake, I have to accept the punishment, not just for upsetting you this time, but also for... for the time I stabbed you with a sword." As soon as he mentioned the previous incident, Jiang Yichun felt his throat go dry.
Little Dengdeng stared curiously at his dad and leaned in toward the washboard, "What's this? I want to play too."
Seeing his son's dumbfounded face, Jiang Yichun could no longer keep a straight face, "Go play over there, this is not for children to play with."
"I want to play with you, Dad. Why won't you let me play with you?" Dengdeng asked with a hurt look on his face.
Bai Ruozhu felt cold sweat running down her back. Was her silly son really clueless, or was he subtly helping his dad?
