Li Kaijian stood at the kitchen door, stunned for a long while, then habitually reached for his belt.
He was no fool. How could he not understand what Li Ye and Li Yue had just said?
It was New Year's Eve, yet Fu Guiru and Han Chunmei were busy in the same kitchen. What kind of situation was this supposed to be?
The key was that he had not prepared at all. How was he supposed to handle this?
But the moment Li Kaijian had the thought of beating his son, Fu Guiru, who was busy working, shot him a cold glance.
"Are you coming in to help, or going out there to act like some big shot?"
"I-I'm here to help."
Li Kaijian hurried into the kitchen, lowered his head, and started working. He chopped filling, singed pig hair, scraped fish scales—whatever he saw, he did, without ever raising his head.
It was not until there was nothing left for him to do that he smiled sheepishly and retreated from the kitchen.
Then the soft, spineless wife's slave immediately transformed into an imposing, stern Father and went straight to find Li Ye.
Li Ye seemed to have been waiting for Li Kaijian as well, staying alone in the study.
The moment he saw Li Kaijian storm into the study, Li Ye immediately shifted aside and assumed a defensive stance.
Li Kaijian grew even angrier. "What, you dare fight back now? You two siblings are really something!"
Li Ye chuckled. "Don't rush to hit me. Let me ask you—if Older Sister and I had told you earlier, what could you have done? What did you want to do?"
"I..."
His anger rushing to his head, Li Kaijian froze. He truly did not know what to do.
While he had been