"So, what are your terms?"
Terms?! Little Thirteen casually stroked his head, thought for a long while, then flashed a dazzlingly handsome smile that could make little lolitas dizzy, and with great poise, he said to Emperor Quan,
"All right, Father, considering your sincerity, Thirteen agrees to your request... My condition is... condition to be determined... Whenever I think of it, that's when I'll return Mother to you."
Lord Quan the Fourth turned even darker.
The little rascal, it was he who had snatched his own wife, and now he, as the father, had to beg his son?
But no matter how grim his face grew green, Quan Thirteen couldn't see it. And he couldn't discipline the little rascal in front of Zhan Xiaoyao. Knowing full well that the rotten kid was a master of disguise, always playing the victim in front of Zhan Xiaoyao to win her sympathy, yet he could do nothing about it.
Was it a good thing or a bad thing for his son to be so clever?
