"It's you?"
The moment the little bun saw Feng Zixiu, his face fell.
Feng Zixiu raised his head arrogantly and asked coldly, "Why didn't you bow to me when you saw me?"
The little bun straightened his back and asked in return, "Why should I bow to you? You're not the heir of the Prince Regent's Residence."
In the past, the little bun did not bother to argue with Feng Zixiu. However, now that his father had acknowledged him, he could not tolerate Feng Zixiu's arrogance anymore.
"You!" Feng Zixiu was furious.
At this moment, Consort Dowager Ning walked in with more than ten maidservants and guards. As soon as she saw the little bun, she said in disgust, "It's you again, you uncultured bast*rd! How dare you talk nonsense in front of the heir of the Prince Regent's Residence?"
