Damn it! This child's hearing was so excellent that he heard it even when he tried to whisper.
Zhuang Rongguang was slightly embarrassed, then he defended himself stubbornly, "I didn't! I'm just telling the truth! And is she even your real mother? Stop calling her your mother so casually!"
"She's my mother!" The little bun clenched his fists tightly and his face was frigid. Apparently, he was truly offended.
He then said to the young man, "If I were to get a 10-pointer, you'll say that she's my mother a hundred times!"
Zhuang Rongguang peered down at him. "Sure! I'm not afraid of you!"
Zhuang Liaoyuan's expression darkened when he saw his 18-year-old son bullying a five-year-old kid. "Rongguang, stop messing around!"
Zhuang Zongren felt embarrassed as well. "You brat, how old are you? Aren't you embarrassed bullying a child?!"
"It's alright." Lu Tingxiao did not seem to mind.
