When Lu Mo got home, he saw the two little ones holding the sofa high, their little faces a bit flushed. He's been coming home quite early lately, and he doesn't have to do many things at the company anymore; he only needs to spend a few hours a day processing documents.

“Dad, we’re helping Mom with the chores,” Jingjing said loudly.

Lu Mo's lips were originally upturned, intending to praise the little one, but upon hearing his daughter's voice, his smile instantly vanished, and he said in a deep voice, "Why have you changed your identity again? An'an, you're a man, what kind of appearance do you make in a skirt!"

He couldn't tell the siblings apart by their appearance, but he could tell them apart by their voices. To an ordinary person, their voices sounded the same, but Lu Mo could hear subtle differences.

Lu Mo was troubled by his son's fondness for wearing his sister's dresses. He worried that his son might develop gender ambiguity from a young age, like Wu Chen, who didn't know he was a girl even in his teens.

“Dad, you’re wearing a skirt too,” An’an said, unconvinced.

“Yes, Dad is wearing a floral dress too,” Jingjing chimed in, her voice full of conviction.

Lu Mo's face immediately darkened, and he shouted, "Nonsense! How could I wear a skirt? Change your clothes right now! If you change your clothes again, you'll be punished according to family rules!"

He's a total straight man; he'd rather freeze to death than wear a skirt. These two kids are talking nonsense.

"They wore it, my sister and I both saw it," An'an said, even more indignant.

"Yes, I saw her. She wore a floral dress, had her hair in pigtails, and had a red dot on her forehead, just like An'an," Jingjing said in more detail.

Ye Qingqing found it amusing, but she still had to speak up for her husband, "Nonsense, your father would never wear a skirt, go change back right now."

The siblings, who were of one mind, didn't even need to exchange glances before they quickly came up with an idea and hurried off to Lin Shufang's room.

Lu Mo's face turned ashen. He was becoming increasingly lawless. How dare they slander me! If those two little brats went outside and spread rumors, everyone in the neighborhood would think he was wearing a skirt at home, and a floral one at that.

What face does he have left?!

"Be quiet and still. What would you like to eat tonight? Grandma will make it for you."

Lin Shufang came out of the kitchen and didn't see the two siblings. When she saw Lu Mo with a sullen face, she assumed he had come home and scolded the children. She couldn't help but say angrily, "Scolding An Anjing again? You might as well stay at the company. What are you doing back here?"

Ye Qingqing joked, "Mom, I don't agree. You don't miss your son, but I miss my husband. Besides, Anjingjing really needs to be disciplined. She just accused my husband of wearing a skirt!"

Lin Shufang chuckled, "Wearing a skirt? When did these two kids see that?"

"They're talking nonsense, there's no such thing!" Lu Mo's face darkened even more. He'd give those two brats an extra half hour of training tomorrow morning. How dare they make up stories about him! Unbelievable!

"We're not lying, Dad is wearing a skirt!"

The siblings ran out like the wind. An'an was holding a photo album in her hand. Lu Mo's heart skipped a beat. He remembered something he had forgotten, and his face turned even uglier.

"It's right here, Dad is wearing a little floral dress, he looks so pretty."

Quietly, Ye Qingqing and Lin Shufang opened the photo album and leaned over to look. Inside was indeed a pretty and delicate little girl with braids, wearing a floral dress, and a dot of cinnabar on her forehead. It was obvious that Lin Shufang had dressed her up; the style was exactly the same.

"Pfft, where did you find it? I've forgotten where I put it." Lin Shufang laughed heartily, overjoyed.