"You shouldn't have crushed Lang YangZhou's family jewels back then, ZhiYi, and we wouldn't have a problem now," PingZe smirked. Turning his attention back to AhXin, he held the boy up in the air as he seated on the edge of the bed. He had stopped by since morning, ready to leave the city, but ZhiYi had told him of their prolonged stay.
"Say ZeZe, AhXin, be a good nephew. Come on, say ZeZe." PingZe cooed. AhXin blew spit bubbles at him, but that didn't kill PingZe's joy.
"Your first word will be about me, kid," PingZe threatened, giving the boy the stink eye before hugging him close to his chest, ruffling the thick mane of silky hair.
"You did what to his what?" MingYu said, nearly choking on his tea as he turned his questioning eyes to ZhiYi. He would have never thought ZhiYi would reach out for anyone else's family jewels – except for maybe Wu TianLan's. But go as far as crushing them? That was beyond cruel!
