"I don't need you to like me. My mother's love is sufficient for me!"
This child could be rather spoiled.
"I've said this before; don't touch my mommy, but you provoked me time and again. Mu Yazhe, do you think I can't do anything to you?"
The man did not say a word and simply smiled as he watched the play of petulance and enmity on the rosy little face before him.
The room was without a sound.
A long bout of silence ensued before the man stood up. His big and tall figure towered over, making the room looked smaller than it was.
The man's bearing was overwhelming, and it prompted Youyou to puff up his chest in defiance. Soon, however, he realized that his action was useless. His presence was overpowered by his father's.
Father and son stood looking at each other. Due to the large gap between their height, the boy had to lift his head to meet his father's eyes. His neck started to ache as a result.
