"Kneel! Pay homage to your King," the chubby baby proclaimed with an air of authority, his two short legs resembling lotus roots as he gazed sternly at Qiao Mu. His attention then shifted to the somber expression on the face of the sapling Qiuqiu.
"How dare you keep that long face in the presence of your King? You there, go and remove the fur from its head!"
"Yes, King!" A child nearby promptly responded, rolling up his sleeves and taking a few steps forward.
Qiao Mu's lips twitched with indecision. She really didn't want to mistreat a child, but it appeared that others were already determined to take Qiuqiu from her arm. If she stood by idly, she'd be seen as a coward.
Reluctantly, Qiao Mu hoisted the youngster, who was now kicking his legs in the air like a fish gasping for air.
Then, she couldn't hold back her laughter. The child's face darkened instantly, and she could feel a headache coming on.
