Ye Tianyu and Ye Kelan burst into laughter, and Cheng Anya couldn't help but chuckle. She had long felt it was necessary; she was always curious about how Feimo's personality developed.
He was born with the look of a little old man.
"Genetics," Ye Feimo grunted.
Young Master Ye Third slanted a look at him. "Don't blame everything on genetics. My genes are excellent; just look at your brother. Genetics, indeed! There's no one like you in our family."
Ye Tianyu chimed in, "Grandpa, Dad's upbringing should be Grandma's credit. Character is formed by seven years old, so it has nothing to do with you."
Young Master Ye Third turned and glared. Ye Tianyu smiled with gentlemanly elegance, a perfect miniature replica of Ye Ningyuan. Cheng Anya gave Ye Tianyu a thumbs-up, praising him. This child was the most objective and deserved commendation.
