Zhulan gazed at the root of the lawsuit before her. Though her child is clever, he wouldn't lie to his family. Ming Hui didn't lie, so it must be true, no, Ming Jung hasn't learned these yet, thus Ming Teng must have seen the answers.
Ming Jung's chubby little hands fidgeted uneasily, and he shook his head silly, "Grandma, why are you looking at your grandson like this?"
Zhulan waved her hand, "Ming Jung, come here."
Ming Jung hesitated, moving his steps honestly though reluctantly, the little one dryly said: "I... I didn't lie."
He remembered his grandma saying good children shouldn't lie.
Zhulan grabbed the chubby little hand, addressing her son: "Repeat the question, let me hear how Ming Jung answered it."
Chang Zhong also came back to his senses, squinting his eyes. He spent the most time with Ming Hui, each understanding the other like foxes. Predominantly influenced by his preconceived notions, he believed Ming Hui was setting him up, now it seems not so.
