You can't go around beating people on Xian'er's turf, especially not children. He's a magnanimous and kind elder.
The Miao King took a deep breath, suppressing the overwhelming urge to give Yu Zichuan a good thrashing; he forced a smile that didn't reach his eyes and patted Yu Zichuan on the shoulder. "Good boy, go to sleep. I won't get beaten up because I've come up with a brilliant idea."
Yu Zichuan: "Oh, now I want to see it even more."
Miao King: He was going to beat him into a meat patty!
The Miao King wasn't bluffing when he said he had an idea—it was a trump card sure to win over Xian'er completely.
"Little Piggy, Grandpa's here!"
The Miao King strode into Bao Shu's room with purpose, pushed open the door, fixed his gaze on the scene, and his smile froze.
"Where is everyone?"
Where did his little trump card go?!
Meanwhile, after Lu Yuan took Meng Qianqian back to their room, Liu Muye was left alone.
