Lin Er always said whatever he had. After hearing Lin Yian put this sentence down, she honestly added the second half of the sentence that he had just interrupted: "This time it's not a slap, my deskmate helped me beat him."

Lin Yian: "?"

Lin Yian turned his head, raised his eyebrows slightly, and his interest suddenly came up: "Have you beaten?"

"Yeah." Liner nodded and affirmed his question.

"Okay, this kid can." Lin Yian raised his eyebrows and tsk, obviously feeling that his child's deskmate's behavior was deeply attracted by his heart. "Young people are terrifying, it's a big deal."

His tone was filled with obvious appreciation: "What did you say your little deskmate's name is? Thank you-huh?"

"Xie Yan." Liner reminded.

"Oh yes, Xie Yan." Lin Yian raised his hand and pointed at her in a flash. The meaning of his intention was very obvious. "Child, you have to learn more from your deskmate. If you can do it, try not to make noises and save time."

Liner was speechless again: "..."

No wonder her grandmother kept saying that Lin Yian was unreliable. With this unique educational policy, few fathers in the world could say this.

"But then again, when you usually mention him, I feel that your little deskmate should be a very reasonable person, right?" Lin Yian's knuckles pressed against his chin and asked thoughtfully, "Why did you suddenly hit someone?"

Hearing this, Liner suddenly became quiet.

Lin Yian usually lives in the company and does not live in the old house, so he is not very clear about the holidays between his children and the two brothers of the Lin family. He only knows that because the old man prefers boys over girls, he often protects the twins.

But before, Mrs. Lin was there. The old lady loved her granddaughter and Lin Er had never suffered any loss. Later, the old lady died of illness, and Lin Yian took her child away, making her even less clear about the matter.

"I'm asking you." Seeing that she didn't say anything, Lin Yian asked her again, and the smile in her eyes faded, "Did those two little ghosts bully you, huh?"

Recalling the words Lin Mingyang said in her ear, Lin Er pursed the corners of his lips, turned his gaze out the window, and said vaguely: "It's nothing, it's just that Lin Mingyang said something bad."

Hearing the sound, Lin Yian's eyes sank slightly and he didn't say anything more.

Until the car drove into the Lin family's old house, Lin Yian parked the car under the tung tree in the front hall.

Lin Er untied his seat belt and was about to get off the car, but Lin Yian called out: "Don't get off the car first, let's talk a few words."

His voice rarely smiled.

Lin Er paused slightly when he got up, leaned back to his seat, tilted his head to look at him: "What are you talking about?"

Lin Yian didn't say anything, but knocked out a long cigarette from the cigarette box, then bit it with his teeth, lowered his head and lit it.

The smell of tobacco quickly spread in the car.

Liner waited for him to speak.

Lin Yian took two puffs of cigarettes, then casually put the elbow of his left hand on the steering wheel, turned his body slightly, exhaled his breath and spoke: "Er."

He suddenly called her name.

Lin Er was stunned for a moment and hesitatedly answered: "Hmm?"
Chapter completed!