Father and son's Secret

Liancheng Yazhi nodded in satisfaction. His son should be like this.

He took an even smaller gun from the top and handed it to Yingying. this is for you to play with. There are no bullets in it. If your mother sees it, you'll say it's a toy gun.

Yingying nodded happily, her eyes almost invisible from the smile.

This was Liancheng Yazhi's way of teaching Huahua.

Yingluo was a boy, and the burden on his shoulders was much heavier than the other children when he was born. He couldn't have a carefree childhood like the other children.

The huge Liancheng family needed him to inherit it, and MeowMeow needed him to protect her. Liancheng Yazhi had given Huahua two years of childhood. After that, he could not let him go on like this.

From now on, he was going to formally educate Yingying and let him learn some necessary skills.