Gao Dan was right. The research institute was extremely busy recently because it had taken on a major project. If this project were to be launched and succeeded, it would be equivalent to the empire taking a leap forward by twenty years.

From the leaders at the top to everyone in XX who received the message, everyone was making preparations.

The atmosphere between the couple finally returned to normal, but for some reason, the little boy and his uncle started arguing again.

"You...you...uncle, you're so mean!"

"I...I...Little stutterer, what did I do wrong? You dare say you didn't spill it?"

In the room, Ye Chenyang was reading a book when a bored little guy ran in and insisted on dragging his uncle to play with him.

The uncle and nephew were bickering, and the ink on the table was spilled, flowing all over the desk.

If Ye Chenyang hadn't been quick enough to save his homework and books, he would have been in tears when school started.

And now this little guy is blaming himself, and even saying he's bad?

The little one's chubby cheeks puffed up and down:

"It wasn't Tuanzi who spilled it, it was Uncle who spilled it!"

It's impossible to say which one person spilled it; both of them were involved!

Hey yo....

Ye Chenyang picked up the little figure in front of him and held it in mid-air:

"Believe it or not, I'll throw you out."

The petty person has nothing to fear:

"Hmph, Uncle, if you throw the dumpling, Grandpa and Grandma will throw you too."

The clever little guy knew perfectly well that at home, his grandparents doted on him the most, and he wasn't afraid of Ye Chenyang at all.

Sure enough, Ye's mother was standing at the door:

"Ye Chenyang, what are you doing?"

Upon hearing this sound, the little dumpling immediately called out:

"Grandma, Grandma, please save Tuanzi..."

Holy crap!

Ye Chenyang's mind was filled with only these two words as he stared at the guy who was definitely worthy of receiving an Oscar.

Ye's mother had already entered and took her own grandson from her son's arms:

"Good boy, Grandma will scold your uncle later!"

The little guy nodded, occasionally glancing smugly at Ye Chenyang, his meaning clear:

See? I told you that Grandma loves herself the most.

Seeing this, Ye Chenyang really wanted to pull that smug little man down and give him a good spanking. Look at how arrogant he is, he doesn't even know why the sun is so bright!

Unfortunately, this idea can only remain a thought. If someone actually dared to do it, they would probably be killed by their own parents out of humanitarian considerations.

The little guy waved his hand and even made a face at Ye Chenyang.

Depend on!

In the courtyard, Ye Wanying looked at her son being carried out by his mother and could tell at a glance that the little guy had done something naughty again.

Those eyes darted around, clearly full of wicked schemes and no good intentions.

The little guy's expression changed instantly when he received Ye Wanying's gaze:

"Mommy, Mommy~"

hehe.

People say that women can change their minds faster than a book, but it seems that's not necessarily true. At least, this little dumpling's change of expression is so fast that she doesn't even need to pause.

Ye Wanying didn't reach out, but looked at the little guy with a half-smile.

The little boy seemed to realize that his little scheme had been completely exposed, and now his face was plastered with a sweet smile as he called out to Mother Ye in a particularly soft voice:

"Grandma, Tuanzi, come down."

As soon as Ye's mother put the baby down, the baby immediately jumped onto Ye Wanying's lap:

"Mommy~"

Hmph, trying to act cute and beg for forgiveness?

Look how capable he is!

"Stand still!"

Ye Wanying spoke up.