Xiaocheng put down his backpack and obediently went upstairs.
After pushing open the study door, Xiaocheng directly addressed Yan Ye, his voice crisp and clear: "Mom says you have to show me what you've been writing."
Yan Ye: ...
Telling such an obvious lie, aren't you afraid of being spanked?
Yan Ye was in a good mood and didn't mind.
"How many characters can you recognize?" Yan Ye wasn't actually trying to mock his son, but at Xiaocheng's age, although his curiosity was great, there was much he did not understand.
"I know lots of characters! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight..."
If Yan Ye hadn't interrupted him, Xiaocheng could have continued on indefinitely.
"Here, take it!" Yan Ye handed over the wedding announcement he had halfway written to Xiaocheng.
Even if it were a piece of national secret in front of Xiaocheng, there would be absolutely no need to worry.