When it came to reading and his lessons, Di Rong's memory was atrocious. But when it came to holding a grudge, it was flawless.
In a flash, he blocked Dabao's path. He held a newly bought horsewhip in his right hand, tapping it intermittently against his left palm.
"Hey, why are you all alone? That girl the other day was your sister, right? Where is she?"
As he spoke, Di Rong glanced around.
Dabao clearly remembered Di Rong as well. He looked up at him, his little face turning cold. Then he lowered his gaze, sidestepped him, and slowly continued on his way.
Being ignored by a little brat made Di Rong's anger flare.
He spun around, grabbed Dabao, and yanked him back. Chin raised, he looked down at him and asked, "Are you deaf or mute? I'm talking to you."
Dabao was lifted so high his toes barely touched the ground. His face slowly turned red, but his lips were pressed into a thin line, and his eyes stared coldly at Di Rong.
