Yu Ziqian nodded. "Yeah!"
"You... what's the matter with you, child?" Wen Rufeng was about to scold her grandson again, but the eldest grandson was her treasure; saying too much would hurt her heart.
So, she decided to say nothing at all.
Yu Ziqian wiped his mouth and coolly said to Mo Ang, lifting his little face. "We can leave now."
Mo Ang looked at his swaggering demeanor, genuinely wanting to give him a smack. Who does he think he is?
He lifted his little chin, forcing him to look up at his stepfather with his face raised high. "Little friend, you asked for my help yourself. Shouldn't you prepare a breakfast for me?"
Yu Ziqian wrinkled his nose, a look of displeasure on his face. "Don't you have money for breakfast?"
Mo Ang was both amused and exasperated by his son's sharp retort. "Of course I have money for breakfast, but this breakfast should be your gesture of thanks to me, don't you think?"
