Jinyang's thick-skinned prowess fully displayed, his figure flashed and, like a slippery loach, he slipped in front of Second Aunt Lin, snatching the bun from her hand.
Second Aunt Lin had already taken a bite of the bun, but he didn't mind, stuffing it into his mouth to eat.
"Hey hey, you smelly brat, snatching food from your mother's mouth."
Second Aunt Lin looked at her empty palm, and couldn't help but be both angry and amused, subconsciously wanting to hit him.
But how could Jinyang wait around to get hit? He grabbed the bun and scurried out of the room, quickly running far away.
"Qingluo, look at this smelly brat from the Lin Clan."
Second Aunt Lin chased to the doorway, and Jinyang had already disappeared from sight, leaving her angrily grumbling.
"He's like a naughty monkey, needing a beating every day. It makes your heart feel like a tangled mess, not knowing what to do."
"Second Aunt is joking."
