Sure enough, there was screaming inside. Li Sicheng reopened the door and walked in, turning the light on. At a glance, he saw the expression of Li Mosen and Li Jianqian. They looked like they were about to cry, looking at the tower that had mostly collapsed in front of him. The tower that was almost as tall as their heights had collapsed at the moment, with only the base standing.
"Ah! Li Ersu, you give it back to me!" Li Jianqian cried, almost in tears. Even his eyes were red. "You give it back to me. I spent all night making it with Mosen!"
Li Mosen was also somewhat unhappy, but obviously a lot calmer. After all, he was just a helping hand, the main design belonged to Li Jianqian.
The chief culprit, Li Jianyue, grabbed at her little blanket innocently. Stunned by Li Jianqian, she noticed that Dad had come in, and leaned to look at Li Sicheng. Pouting in fear, she looked guilty and called weakly, "Dad..."
