"Are you playing around?" Emperor Yong Ning laughed.
His youngest son had been weak and sickly since he was a child. He was also very timid. He found it difficult to say more than a few words in one go, let alone play with other kids. It was simply impossible.
He was actually playing around with that little brat?
It was impossible. It was absolutely impossible.
Emperor Yong Ning rubbed his eyes and looked again.
Jun Yu was crying. He was crying so pitifully that his face was covered in tears and snot. "Boss, why are you so busy every day? Do you really not have time, or is it that you don't want to see me?"
"It's not what you think."
"Then, what is it?" Jun Yu cried even harder.
Jun Ning was as jumpy as an ant on a hot pan. "Yu, don't cry!"
Jun Yu wanted to cry. Not only did he cry, but he also cried louder and louder. More tears welled up and spilled down his face.
Jun Ning seemed to be at her wit's end. After a deep sigh, she wiped away Jun Yu's tears and explained herself. "It's not that I don't want to see you. I promise you. The day after tomorrow. We'll meet here the day after tomorrow. I'll bring you something good to eat. Please don't cry."
Jun Yu finally stopped crying when he heard Jun Ning's promise. However, he was afraid that Jun Ning would go back on her word, so he stuck out his little finger and said with his cheeks puffed up, "On that day, I won't leave until I see you. Pinky swear?"
"Alright, I won't leave until I see you either. Let's pinky swear for good measure."
Jun Ning stuck out her little finger and made a pinky promise to Jun Yu.
Although she felt that this was a little stupid and very childish, it would help Jun Yu stop crying. Acting stupid once did not matter.
Emperor Yong Ning saw this and he was so shocked that his jaw dropped.
It... It did not look like his youngest son was being bullied. He was really playing around with another little brat, and he seemed to be acting coyly.
From the looks of it, he was not being forced to act this way. He was doing it willingly.
How did this little brat bewitch his seventeenth son? How could he make Little Seventeen, who had always been a quiet person, revolve around him? He was even talking non-stop.
He must have been tricked.
His seventeenth son was still young and innocent. He did not know how to distinguish between good and bad, so he was easily deceived and used by those with ulterior motives. He could not just watch this happen.
Today, he had to catch that little brat and teach him a good lesson. If he did not, this brat would never learn not to tease people and would live his entire life terrorizing others.
He should be beaten.
Seeing that it was about time, Jun Yu pointed outside. "Boss, if I don't go back now, Mother will send someone to look for me. I'll head back first."
"Don't forget our agreement to meet the day after tomorrow." Before he left, Jun Yu added the reminder, still looking a little worried.
"Okay, okay." Jun Ning patted Jun Yu's head like an adult would. "Don't cry so much in the future. There's nothing in this world that can't be overcome."
"I understand, boss."
Jun Yu walked away, turning back to look at her every few steps.
Emperor Yong Ning looked at his reluctant demeanor and slapped his thigh in exasperation. "Seventeen, you've been tricked, do you know that? He's a little liar. What about him will you miss?"
However, Jun Yu had no idea what Emperor Yong Ning was thinking. He was still looking back at Jun Ning, who was waving at him, reluctantly.
Emperor Yong Ning could not stand it anymore. He really wanted to shake off Xiao Lizi and go up to reveal Jun Ning's true colors, so that his young son could see what a b*stard his new friend was.
However, after considering his youngest son's timid and introverted character, he realized that it would scare him if he charged forward right now. So, he gave up on this idea.
He was prepared to wait for Little Seventeen to leave before going forward to catch that little brat.
After watching Jun Yu leave, Jun Ning did not stay for much longer. She packed up all the chicken bones from their meal and was ready to leave.