Mu Yazhe's eyelids twitched fiercely.
It was understandable for children to brag and compare. But since when was "violence" within the scope of comparison?
"Tsk, tsk, tsk! My daddy is not going to compete on the basis of violence!"
Little Yichen made a thumbs-up gesture. "My daddy is rich! He has a lot of money! He can use it to build a few Eiffel Towers for me to climb!"
Mu Yazhe almost vomited blood. He secretly thought about it. With his financial resources, could he really use cash to build a few Eiffel Towers? Before he could work out the numbers, the two little guys had already started to brag.
"My daddy can make spaghetti, instant noodles and pizza!"
"My daddy knows how to write calligraphy! And every piece of work he produces is priceless!"
"We live in a big villa!"
"We have a huge courtyard!"
"My daddy's Shengyu Corporation can buy your Gu Group!"
"My daddy can sell the Gu residence to buy Shengyu!"
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