Dongye was taken aback, looking at Xia Zhisu's indignation before glancing at the potted plant in his hand.
The corners of his lips lifted slightly, "Why ask so many questions about an unrelated kid?"
"It's just unfair! Women should be spared, but kids should definitely be spared! How can you devour everything? Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?" Xia Zhisu cursed.
She referred to herself as a woman and questioned him about fearing lightning strikes.
Dongye lowered his head, a smile crossed his lips, but it was fleeting.
"Not afraid," Dongye said.
"..." Xia Zhisu felt increasingly that Dongye was very familiar because even his way of speaking felt familiar!
"Let's put it this way! If you have a problem, take it up with me! Don't pick on a kid! It's really shameful!" Xia Zhisu shouted.
"Are you pleading for him?" Dongye asked.
This 'he' referred to the kid.
