"It's those little devils, the thirteenth and fourteenth again... These two kids really don't give us a break. I've been running the Intelligence Department for years, watched over two great dynasties, both the Human Clan and the Demon Clan, and never seen troublemakers like them!"
"They're only three! They're just three years old!"
"Stringing up kids to beat them... Is this something three-year-olds should be doing!?"
Even the usually refined Yang Fuqing couldn't help but swear.
As both their grandma and their grand-aunt, she'd lost count of how many times this conversation had happened... It felt like it occurred every few days, each time with a new twist.
These two boys always managed to come up with something new.
Yang Minxiao and Yang Minyong.
Yang Qiangyuan's sons, Yang Fuqing's grandsons, a pair of twins.
Strong from a young age, they were practically wrestling with each other during birth, almost causing Yang Qiangyuan no end of pain.
