Ye Liyan raised his hand and gave his youngest son a pat: "You really learn everything."
Ye Siyan glared unhappily at his dad: "It wasn't Teacher Zhang who taught me, I overheard it when she was chatting with someone else."
Ye Liyan pulled the little guy over, squatted down to look him in the eye: "Siyan, eavesdropping on others isn't right. You're a big kid now, dad knows you can understand."
The little guy looked to Xinyan for help: "Aunt."
Xinyan shook her head at him: "Your father is right, when we make mistakes, we should correct them. I believe our Siyan didn't eavesdrop on purpose, right?"
Ye Sili nodded: "Yes, I didn't mean to. It was Jia Xiaomin who scraped her knee, and I went to find the teacher, that's when I heard it."
Xinyan smiled and asked: "Did you remember what your dad said?"
Ye Siyan nodded earnestly: "I remember."
Ye Liyan pinched his son's little face: "Knowing your mistakes and correcting them is what makes a good child."
