Huo Zhenyang's gaze fell upon two little chubby legs, like tender lotus roots, and, narrowing his eyes, he lifted his head. This little meatball sure had guts – he had just managed to offend him a few minutes ago, and here he was again, shamelessly coming back for more. Just like his mommy, completely fearless.
"What do you want?" The man's voice was chilled.
"Uncle Huo, I shouldn't have drawn turtles on your car and bedsheets." Zaizai decided to go with the time-tested strategy of being persistently annoying.
To his surprise, Huo Zhenyang was slightly taken aback that the kid had actually come to apologize privately. He gave the little meatball a dismissive glance, "Apologies are useless. You still have to pay the money."
After speaking, he returned his attention to the tablet.
With one sentence, he shattered Zaizai's intentions!
Ha, trying to sweet-talk and suck up? He had stopped falling for that trick on the first day he entered the business world.
