Old Mrs. Chi felt that Cheng Ying was absolutely wrong, but she couldn't object at this moment; her great-grandson would be the one to suffer. Yet, to endorse Cheng Ying's argument, Old Mrs. Chi felt she lacked the necessary tolerance. "Perhaps we should eat first then?"

"Grandma, don't worry about it. I have to talk to this child today. The teacher specifically asked me to. Can you imagine how much trouble this kid causes at school?" Chi Wu grumbled.

Old Mrs. Chi stated with noble reserve, "You can talk, of course, but don't lay a hand on him. You must win him over with virtue."

Cheng Ying burst out laughing. Hitting him! Chi Wu had just said the exact same thing two days ago.

Hearing Cheng Ying's laughter, Chi Wu’s face darkened terribly. It was all the fault of those troublemaking kids.

The little chubby girl timidly approached, clutching her father’s hand. "Daddy, I lifted the skirt. You can't hit me. You said lifting skirts was fine."

Chi Wu looked up at the heavens, wishing a bolt of lightning would strike him. A division of labor—did that halve the guilt?

Cheng Ying suspected that all the mischief was orchestrated by his daughter.

Old Mrs. Chi chimed in, "Girls lifting each other's skirts to compare pretty clothes is quite normal, isn't it?"

The little chubby boy piped up, "I was just trying to drop bugs! I would never lift a girl's skirt, hmph! We are both wrong. Separately, it's not a big deal. It's not as serious as you think." He then shot a look at Chi Wu that clearly accused him of being overly judgmental.

Cheng Ying shot back, "Why are you glaring? Are you waiting for your dad to apologize to you? It's right for you to drop bugs! Let me tell you, this is conspiracy, a major crime. Both of you go to the little dark room!"

"But I didn't lift the skirt!" the little chubby boy protested.

"I didn't drop any bugs!" the chubby girl countered.

Chi Wu felt a tightness in his chest; this was remarkably well-coordinated teamwork.

Cheng Ying went inside and returned with a vividly colored feather duster. "Alright, enough talk. Mama is going to teach you about the importance of family tradition. Come, your uncle is here. Ask your uncle—we grew up with this thing."

Cheng Ming felt a wave of familiarity upon seeing what Cheng Ying held. "This thing is much prettier than what we had back then."

The little chubby girl breathed out, "So pweety."

Cheng Ying nodded. "Yes, I think so too. Your uncle and I grew up loving this thing intimately. Do you two want to get intimately close and snuggle with it?"

The chubby girl was about to nod when Old Mrs. Chi quickly pulled her back. Silly child! She had seen Old Mrs. Cheng repeatedly strike people with that fluffed-