Wang Yue looked at Qiao Yicheng with some surprise. He hadn't expected the child to be so perceptive.
Of course, he couldn't admit it outright. He decided to struggle a little longer, so he simply said,
"You don't have to call me Dad if you don't want to. But if you keep asking questions like that, I'll spank you."
Qiao Yicheng wasn't intimidated. He said very seriously,
"You suddenly turned over a new leaf. You managed to fool the neighbors, and you fooled me at first, too.
"But I know exactly what my dad is like. If he could bear the hardship of studying, he wouldn't still be working in the warehouse at the auto factory.
"Besides, even when the teacher explains things in my textbooks, I don't always understand them. But you only have to listen to me talk about them and look at the books, and you understand.
"That's not something my dad could do, either.
"What's more, neither my mom's portrait nor that ceramic statue is something an ordinary person could make.
"So who are you, really? Why are you pretending to be my dad?"
Wang Yue didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He hadn't expected a child to figure out what none of the neighbors had.
He thought it over, then said with a smile, "Looks like you think I'm a foreign spy. But have you considered something? Ever since your mom's accident, I've always been around people. When would I have had time to switch places with someone?"
Wang Yue had deliberately brought up the word "spy" to catch Qiao Yicheng's attention and give himself another layer of cover.
After hearing Wang Yue's explanation, Qiao Yicheng thought it did make some sense.
During this time, Wang Yue had gone to work at the factory