Ye Qianli looked at her son and asked, " Yi 'er, does Mother look like a weakling? "
"Chicken? No!" Little Rong Yi said that his mother did not look like a chicken.
" Then why did this little lass, a mere Ninth Tier Spiritual Pedestal Tier trash, dare to come up and talk nonsense to me? " Ye Qianli didn't understand.
“..”Little Rong Yi was also confused. He did not quite understand what " talking nonsense " meant. He looked at his father.
Rong Mo, who was being stared at, placed the child on the ground and said, " Yi 'er, go. "
"Ah?" Little Rong Yi stood rooted to the ground, a little confused. He blinked his big eyes and waited for his father's explanation. Why did he want him to go up?
In the end…
"So cute!"
"So cute!"