Children sure are fickle-minded. Their mood changes as fast as the weather in June.
Hearing a noise coming from the doorway, Butler Fu looked up to see his old master standing there. He immediately rose to his feet and greeted him with a smile. "Why aren't you asleep yet, sir?"
Why aren't I asleep yet?
Isn't it all because I'm worried that this brat can't fall asleep out of fear?
Upon sensing his presence, Baby Chu glanced at the doorway, then sullenly wrapped his arms in front of his chest, and turned his face to the side in a fit of pique.
"Hmph!"
He seemed to be mad at the adult and, thus, snorted dismissively at his presence.
He's angry with me?
The ball of fury that the mafia head had finally suppressed after some effort came springing up!
He's got some nerve to get mad at me!
The boy asked angrily, "Why are you here?"
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