When Wang Juan went downstairs, she found Ping An making something with paper. Wang Juan looked at it for a long time and said, "Why do I feel like it's a gun?"
Zhao Lei glanced at it and said, "Yes, it's a pistol."
It’s true. Wang Juan looked at the gun in Ping An’s hand, “Is it made of paper?” For some reason, Wang Juan felt that the scene in front of her was so familiar, but was it real?
Wang Juan held Zhao Lei's sleeve tightly. The only person who could answer her questions at this time was the person in front of her.
As for asking about Ping An, her intuition told her that it was unnecessary.
"Yes, it's made of paper, wife. You don't think it's made of steel, do you? If Ping An really made a small steel gun by himself, not only him, but also us two will be investigated."
Although her mother is of good family background and can withstand investigation, it would be too ostentatious.
Wang Juan rolled her eyes at someone rudely. Although she had just asked a question in a questioning tone, she didn't believe that the boy didn't understand the meaning of her words and still said so.
Let him continue pretending. Wang Juan asked someone to continue speaking.
"Okay, wife, I know I was wrong." You shouldn't have thought that maybe your wife wouldn't find out, "I don't understand these things."
"I don't have time to study this anymore. I see that my son is not interested in this. I thought, didn't we see the three great people on Douyin before? Forget about the drawing one, but the one on paper. I think I can let my son try it." Zhao Lei pinched his nose, "I'm not worried that you will object."
Hehe, "Since you're not worried that I'll object, shouldn't you just shut up and not mention it?"
It has come to this point, and this guy is still fooling people.
Alas, it’s not easy to fool my wife now. Zhao Lei glanced at Ping An who was still doing various researches and said, “Son, don’t you see that your father is criticizing mom because of you?”
When Ping An heard Wang Juan and the others talking, he thought for a moment and decided that he should stand up and speak for his father. "Mom, I did the research myself."
You researched it yourself? How could Wang Juan believe it? "Your own idea?"
“Didn’t your father remind you?” Knowing that Ping’an was a smart child, Wang Juan didn’t think about it. Without Zhao Lei’s reminder, could Ping’an have figured it out on his own?
Ping An glanced at Zhao Lei. He had no way of lying. "My father told me that I could make a gun out of paper."
"It will be very impressive to take it out later."
"Dad told me a general idea, and then I studied it myself." Ping An briefly recounted what happened.
Wang Juan glanced at Zhao Lei. This guy actually said he was innocent. "How much did your father tell you?"
Wang Juan knew that Zhao Lei often watched these videos, but she had never seen him do it. He said it looked easy, but when he really did it, it was an impossible task.
How come he still remembers it after so much time has passed since he came to this era? Wang Juan was full of admiration, "You have a good memory."
Zhao Lei's heart skipped a beat when he heard his son's honest words. He thought he was in trouble and that his wife would not let him go. But he did not expect that Wang Juan looked quite good so far.
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