During the day, he received a call from Pei Hangyu's head teacher. At night, Pei Si Cheng took some time to return to the Pei family's large courtyard.

  As soon as I entered the door, I heard a loud crash on the stairs, and an expensive antique vase was instantly reduced to pieces.

  Mrs. Pei hastily told the nanny to hold Pei Haoyu: "Baby grandson, don't move around, you've cut your hand." Then it was a scene of chaos, an old lady plus a five-year-old kid, surrounded by three or five servants.

  Pei Si's expression was cold and stern, "Pei Hao Yu, come down!"

  Bai Haoyu suddenly heard this voice and turned around to run upstairs.

  But before he could lock the door, Pei Si had already dragged him into the bedroom by his collar. He could still hear his grandmother shouting loudly from downstairs: "Pei San, be gentle! You dare to move my grandson?!"

  Then there was a click, the bedroom door locked, and Pei Hangyu looked at Pei Si Cheng with a slightly gloomy face, smiling fawningly: "Dad, you're really handsome today!"

  Pei Si rubbed his brow and directly untied his tie, throwing it onto Pei Huai Yu's small bed: "Hand over your composition book for me to take a look."

  Bai Haoyu was clearly unwilling, and it took him ten minutes to find his school bag in a big pile of toys. Then he spent another ten minutes rummaging through the messy bag to find his composition book.

  Pei Si Cheng didn't urge him on either, just watching Pei Huai Yu play this little trick to delay time in front of him.

  Bai Haoyu found a composition book and handed it over with both hands: "Dad, you promise me first that you won't get angry after reading it."

  Pei Si Cheng revealed a benevolent smile: "Absolutely won't get angry."

  But he really underestimated his own son.

  Opening his composition book, Pei's eyes twitched as he saw the topic "My Father and Mother".

  "My dad is tall and handsome, with single eyelids, big glasses, likes to wear dress shirts and suits, and likes to look at beautiful women. So, he found me several moms, all very pretty, like to show off their legs."

  I am my father's late-born son, so my parents dote on me. I and my father, along with my father's seven wives, live happily in the forest as a family of three mouths.

  Bai Hangyu wrote this composition at the spur of the moment, and even imagined the fairy tale of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.

  But now looking at Pei Si Cheng's face, she felt very nervous and had quietly moved a small step towards the door, preparing to rush out to ask for Grandma's help when necessary.

  This is the bitterness of a home without a mother. If there was a mother, she would definitely protect him, just like Mu Xiaodong's mother, who is especially gentle.

  Pei Si Cheng Yu Guang looked at Pei Hao Yu, who was almost at the door, and glanced at his composition under the lamp light. As expected, he saw the four words "temper is very bad" that were not erased with an eraser under "tall and handsome", and then let out a sigh.

  The sigh was like a starting pistol, and Bae Ho-young turned around to open the door.

  However, Bae Ho-young's small arms and legs were no match for Bae Se-chang's long legs, and he was directly picked up and thrown back onto the bed. Pointing at his composition book, "Tell me, what's going on?"

  Bai Hangyu sat up in bed with a start, puffed out his chest: "The teacher said that when writing an essay, it must be true and cannot be fabricated at will."

  Pei Si leaned back against Pei Hang Yu's desk, raising an eyebrow: "So?"

  Bai Haoyu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, thinking that he would be beaten anyway, and said: "I wrote the truth, many aunts came to find me, all saying I was their mother."

  Pei Si couldn't help but rub his temples, now it was necessary to clarify some concepts with his son.

  Bae Ho-young waited for Bae Se-chang to spank him, but after waiting for two minutes, his legs went numb from maintaining the position. Only then did Bae Se-chang speak up: "Do you miss your mom?"

  Pei Haoyu's little brain didn't react for a moment, his black eyes rolled around in circles before he nodded, "You want to find my mom? I don't want a stepmom!" He pouted: "Stepmoms are all very mean."

  Pei Si stroked his son's hair, and in his eyes appeared Song Yuqiao's plain little face. "Not stepmother."