Lu Xiaoyu burst into laughter.
The son of a bakery owner was already this crazy.
If his father was any more powerful, this kid would be on a rocket.
She pointed at herself and said, “My father is much more powerful than your father. How about it? Do you want to find your father?”
Although this group of children had lived in the slums for many years and had the temperament of a hooligan, it was only limited to this area. Their horizons were very narrow.
So, when they saw Lu Xiaoyu’s imposing manner, they thought for a moment and immediately turned around to run.
It was unknown whether it was because they were afraid of being beaten up or because they were afraid that the other party really had a more powerful father.
When she saw that the group of children had run away, Lu Xiaoyu turned her head and saw that the little boy did not care about the injuries on his body. Instead, he immediately walked nervously to the piece of bread.