Zhao Yu, this little rascal!
He actually dares to fool me with a child!
That's way too bold!
Is he trying to enrage me to death?
Old Fatty adjusted his expression, "No, little buddy, how old are you this year?"
Little Ni Yun coolly replied: "No need to worry about how old I am, just know I'm Zhao Yu's little aunt! Right now, all you need to do is tell me what exactly is the problem with our Zhao Yu!"
Little Ni Yun's eyes lit up when she spotted a candy on Old Fatty's desk, and she continued, "Mr. He, may I eat that candy?"
Old Fatty felt like his IQ had been ground into the dust a hundred times by Zhao Yu!
Fuming, puffing his beard and glaring intensely.
"Mr. He, may I eat that candy?" Little Ni Yun tugged at Old Fatty's sleeve.
"Go ahead." Old Fatty squeezed out a thin smile.
"Thank you, Mr. He." Little Ni Yun quickly grabbed the candy, "Mr. He, could you help me unwrap the candy wrapper?"
Great!
To have such a little ancestor here, and now I have to wait on her!
