"Okay, daddy, do you want to draw too?" Little Yuzi looked at Josnian expectantly.

"..." Of course Josnian smiled like a father, "Dad can teach you writing and playing the piano."

"Daddy, do you like the little grapefruit beautifully?" The little girl shook the drawing paper in her hand, her big eyes were dark, bright and cute.

"It's very good. You will get better if you learn more from the teacher."

Little Yuzi is so happy.

"Chengfan, how did you do in the midterm exam?" Josnian looked at the little guy who didn't like to talk much.

"The first place in the grade is twelve points higher than the second place." Qiao Chengfan has a little pride unique to his age and is very satisfied with his results.

But what Josnian is best at is pouring cold water on others.

Josnian's brows furrowed and his eyes deepened: "It's only twelve points more, but it's worth it? Do you know that there is a word called 'far ahead'? If you don't reach that point, put away your pride.

"

"Humph." Qiao Chengfan was dissatisfied.

Come again!

"Chengfan has already done very well in the exam. You might not have been as good as Chengfan back then." Of course Ye Jiaqi sided with his son.

"He's still a long way from me." Josnian was not humble at all.

"You mean Qiao Chengfan is not as good as you, then you are just beating around the bush and saying that I have lowered your level." Ye Jiaqi drank hot tea nonchalantly.

Josnian: "..."

I'm not, I haven't, don't talk nonsense.

In front of Ye Jiaqi, Josnian could only bow his head.

Qiao Chengfan liked to see Lao Qiao speechless, and also liked to step on him slowly: "Every time dad trains me, he likes to say, how did he give birth to such a fool like me?"

Ye Jiaqi's knife-like eyes shot toward Josnian.

Josnian, you're done.

Josnian glanced at Qiao Chengfan, "Very good, boy, you deserve a beating."

"But it doesn't matter. Dad is indeed better than me, otherwise how could he marry Qiqi." Qiao Chengfan smiled.

These words made Ye Jiaqi very happy again.

Josnian gritted his teeth. Is this kid going to heaven? When he was eight years old, he didn't have the ability to beat around the bush.

"Qiao Chengfan, that's enough." Josnian's voice was low.

Qiao Chengfan drank tea silently, okay, no more talking.

You can't blame him, it was you, Lao Qiao, who took the lead.

Little Yuzi lay aside and drew with her watercolor pens, regardless of what the adults said.

The room was very warm, and the servant brought over a plate of fruit and snacks.

Drinking tea and eating snacks, Ye Jiaqi's body felt warm. This was the home she was most familiar with, and every corner was extremely familiar to her.

Josnian asked Qiao Chengfan to bring him the latest homework and test papers for inspection, but Qiao Chengfan could only go and get them.

Ye Jiaqi also flipped through it casually.

It has to be said that Qiao Chengfan's grades are amazing and his handwriting is exceptionally neat.

Qiao Chengfan has stayed in London for a long time, and his English scores are the best, almost reaching the third grade English level in China.

Ye Jiaqi is not worried about Qiao Chengfan's grades at all.

There's nothing to worry about.

I don't know how many times better than she was back then.

Josnian, on the other hand, was very picky and picked on a few mistakes, so he brought Qiao Chengfan over and scolded him. While he was scolding him, he said that these were low-level mistakes, and he looked like his IQ had been lowered by Qiao Chengfan.

When Josnian was lecturing someone, Little Youzi hid in Ye Jiaqi's arms fearfully, fearing that he would also lecturing her.
Chapter completed!