Luo Yihe interjected, feeling quite wronged, "Uncle An, what he says makes no sense! When you came, I was the only one here. Does he mean to say that a two-year-old child like me set up Ming Zhonghou?"
Though it was indeed he who set the trap, no ordinary person could imagine that this Luo Yihe was as clever as a little demon.
Although An Xuan adored the two brothers, Luo Yihe and Luo Yining, he hadn't spent much time with them. So whenever they showed that innocent and pure smile, what could be more convincing than that?
Moreover, these two children were just as they appeared: obedient and well-behaved.
An Xuan glared at the attendant, "If your eyes are faulty, I don't mind gouging them out. If you can't speak correctly, I can also ensure you never open your mouth again to make you think twice about what you say, lest it turns into nonsense!"
The attendant's face turned pale, and he closed his mouth, not daring to speak further.
An Xuan snorted coldly, "Come here!"
