Ji Xiaorong only quieted down after being hit.
Fu Shang calmly retracted his hand.
"What nonsense are you spouting at such a young age? Have I ever loved you?"
The child covered his head with both hands.
Her red lips were pursed.
He said in a muffled voice,"So, love has indeed disappeared."
Fu min wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but the child seemed to sigh.
Fu Shang was speechless.
In this world, the little Emperor had obviously integrated very well with modern society. Now, he would kill people from time to time, and he did not have many headaches. Even his personality had changed a lot.
From the initial ruthlessness, he gradually became an idiot and drama queen.
Very quickly, the dishes were served.
The little Emperor's beautiful big eyes were wide open as she leaned on the table, curiously sizing up the large pot in front of her.
"What is this?"
This wok was much bigger than his face.
