"Are you serious?" Ye Yaodong looked at the pen in front of him with a big head.

He really just wanted to practice casually.

He suspected that Lin Xiuqing was deliberately laughing at him and deliberately wanted to torment him.

Ye Chenghu was a little proud, "I only need to write one page, and you have to write ten pages. The person who writes ten pages turns out to be you."

Lin Xiuqing knocked on the table and said, "Write it down. You are an active member of the party—President Ye. Don't forget your ideological report."

"You're riding a horse... you've screwed yourself up. Why should I not think about joining the party? At my level..." Ye Yaodong cursed and picked up the pen.

Now that things have come to this, let’s just bite the bullet and get started.

"Hey, write quickly, ten pages of large characters!"

As Ye Chenghu spoke, he stretched out his finger to scratch the page of his father's book, but was hit hard.

"Shut up."

The back of his hands turned red, but Ye Chenghu was still very happy. It was rare that he became more active in doing his homework.

Normally, when I sit down, I have to twist my butt around, and my whole butt is outside the stool. I am lying on my stomach while writing, but now I sit upright.

Lin Xiuqing thought this was a good idea, as the father and son would be together, which would boost Ye Chenghu's enthusiasm for learning.

"Send Yangyang to study in the second half of the year, and then the three of you will write together."

"Great!" Ye Chenghu was even more happy.

After Father Ye was busy with the moving work, he came over to see the father and son writing, and asked curiously: "You came back early just now just to write? You didn't study when you were young, but you study hard when you are old."

"It's so pitiful. It will take ten pages."
Chapter completed!