"Huh? What Porsche? Did you remember wrong, bro? Hahaha, how could I possibly have a Porsche!"
Li Shu glanced aside and started spouting nonsense, throwing caution to the wind and even denying the Porsche's very existence.
Li Qinshi laughed in exasperation at Li Shu's immediate refusal to respond to either persuasion or pressure. His gaze swept over the repair photo on the tablet. The license plate was clearly visible, and he had picked out the interior for Li Shu himself. How could he possibly have mistaken it?
"Really?" Li Qinshi's expression turned complicated and subtle. "You could at least give your brother an excuse with a coherent chain of events. What is this supposed to mean? You're a complete idiot, and so am I?"
Li Shu's face fell, his mood turning sour. "When you read my English essay a couple of days ago, didn't you say I was the smartest kid in the world?"
"Stop changing the subject. What exactly happened?" Li Qinshi refused to waste time going back and forth.
Li Shu lied. "I ran a red light, bro. I hadn't driven in ages and mistook the accelerator for the brake."
"Bullshit. What a coincidence." Li Qinshi brought out his trump card. "Do you think I don't know anything? I'll give you one more chance. Come clean now, and I won't get angry."
"..."
Those words were pure psychological warfare.
You never knew the truth behind them.
It was like when Li Shu was little and bombed a test, then stuffed the failing paper that needed a signature into a gap beside his bed and told his teacher he had lost it.
He had thought his plan was foolproof, only for his mother to find it while cleaning. Oblivious, little Li Xiaoshu thought he had escaped disaster, but after