Chapter 45: The Boy’s Weakness

"Uncle Zhao, what did you just say? A rehearsal? Don't try to fool me, I saw everything." Lingwei crossed her arms, looking quite comical. A round little girl imitating an adult's posture with her arms crossed, her two chubby little hands couldn't even reach around her entire round torso.

Xuanyuan Hongyu couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter, leaning against the corner and chuckling softly, which earned him a resentful glare of dissatisfaction from the little one: "Stinky sackcloth, don't think that just because others can't see you, you can laugh behind my back! So rude!" She turned her head back to Zhao Meng and said, "Uncle, I am not a child anymore. I know what I'm doing."

Mother Wang and Zhao Meng exchanged glances. Mother Wang stepped forward and said, "Young miss, did you not sleep well? Why are you talking to yourself?" She anxiously circled the chubby little girl, finding nothing unusual, and reached out to feel the little one's forehead. There was no abnormal temperature. She looked again at the gloomy expression on the little one's face; it seemed entirely normal. Why was she talking such nonsense?

"Stinky sackcloth, show yourself already! Can't you see they all think I'm crazy! This is all your fault." Zhantai Lingwei widened her eyes, clenched her chubby little fists, turned around, and shouted at the young man leaning against the corner and enjoying the spectacle.

With a wave of Xuanyuan Hongyu's hand, the fierce little chubby girl floated up, drifting right into his arms, where he unceremoniously smacked her little bottom a few times: "Little thing, you've grown quite bold. How dare you shout at this young master?