"Wuwuwu... Father, Emma hit me!!!"
Yidi was like a little child who had been wronged, clutching onto the Third Prince Andrew's thigh, snot and tears mixing as his wails echoed through the entire hall.
Yuniya appeared unfazed, carrying her teddy bear and leisurely walking over to stand next to Marvin.
"Stop crying! Shut up! What kind of look is that for a boy to be crying and sobbing!"
Third Prince Andrew was furiously angry, feeling as if he had lost all face. A six-year-old boy, not only beaten by a four-year-old girl but the fact that it was his son—his very own son, crying in public no less. Crying was bad enough, but to happen just as they were in the midst of discussing a collaboration...
Fortunately, it was his son who had been bullied, not Emma; otherwise, Mr. Nicholas might very well have stormed off in anger.
"Emma, did you... hit him?"
Marvin's eyes widened, looking at Yuniya in shock.
