Long Yang, "..."
Realizing what Weiwei was thinking, he was instantly at a loss for words.
Did she seriously think he would be so petty as to frame their son for what had happened yesterday?
He glanced down at Long Yin, who was sitting in his lap meekly unlike how he had behaved just now, making it appear as if he had really been framed.
A vein bulged on Long Yang's forehead, and he said to Lu Liangwei glumly, "He really did pull my hair."
Unconvinced, Lu Liangwei ignored his protest and took the two children from him. "Go ahead and wash up. I'll look after them."
Long Yang, "..."
Weiwei's distrust dismayed him.
When he got up, he threw Long Yin a black look through narrowed eyes. "Little brat!"
"How could you scold him?" Lu Liangwei immediately glared at him accusingly.
"..." Long Yang massaged his forehead with his slender fingers and said wearily, "Fine, I won't scold him anymore."
