The baby clearly realized he had spoken out of turn, glared at Xia Yunsheng and said, "Witch, what's your name? I'll have someone teach you a lesson someday."
"What's your name, then?" Instead of pinching his face, Xia Yunsheng held his hand and asked, "Don't you know how cold it is right now? If you freeze like this, you'll get sick."
It was winter, and even she felt cold when she touched the water; yet the little fellow was enjoying it wholeheartedly.
Despite being well-dressed and in the Presidential Palace, his status unquestionably from wealth or nobility, no one seemed to care about him. His fear of being caught implied he had snuck out.
"It's none of your business."
"Come on, I'll take you to your family." Yunsheng took his hand and led him inside.
"Let me go." The baby was mad, "I'm going to take note of your name in my little notebook. When I see my mom again, I'll have her punish you."
