Han Moze strode inside. Though his handsome face was obscured in the dimness, he was much more eye-catching than the skies behind him.
"Do you understand what you've done now, Yuan'er?"
Longyuan was left trembling by the sternness of Han Moze's voice. Even so, he quickly pushed his sore body up to hug Han Moze's thigh, pouting and crying miserably, "Father, I really didn't beat Little White Flower today. She set me up, please believe me."
"But you did beat her yesterday, yes?" Han Moze growled, gritting his teeth.
Longyuan kept his head down, said nothing and continued sobbing.
Soon, he looked up, tears welling in his big round eyes as he gulped, "Father, I won't bully Little White Flower from now on. Let me out, I'm very hungry… I'll starve to death if I don't eat."
Han Moze, however, pulled him away and turned to leave.
"No! Father, let me out!"
