In the car, Baby Chu sat sullenly on Butler Fu's lap and muttered, "Grandpa, that young uncle is also very mean to you; don't you hate him?"
"Master may be aloof and unwelcoming, but he's very good to me. He isn't one to show his concern openly, but once in a while, he can be gentle."
The boy tilted his head in puzzlement, seemingly not understanding what the old man had just told him. This was adult lingo, which the kid could catch no ball and to which the child could only return with a quizzical gaze via his big, round eyes.
To the lad, the elderly butler was gentle, nice, and caring toward him, whereas that uncle had a black heart despite his good looks!
So baddies are not all ugly!
There were also those like that uncle—good-looking but essentially fierce and vicious like demon kings!
In the little boy's mind, the image of a demon king had been sealed on Gu Jinglian with a mark of approval.
