Jing Yi lounged lazily on the sofa, supporting his head with one hand, his eyes slanting towards the Little Demon King, his face brimming with a deep smile.
To think he'd misunderstood his brother for his dad... Interesting!
Jing Yi's laughter was as cunning as that of a fox, "Why don't you suspect that I'm your daddy?"
The Little Demon King pouted confidently, "My mommy would never like your type of man!"
Jing Yi became intrigued, "Oh? And what type of man do I seem to be in your eyes?"
Without a second thought, the Little Demon King declared, "You're a fox! My mommy doesn't like crafty people!"
A fox?!
Jing Yi was amused by him.
To Jing Yi, a fox was his favorite animal. He corrected the Little Demon King, "Besides being crafty, foxes are also very clever."
"...," the Little Demon King narrowed his eyes and scrutinized him for a few moments.
Was this Uncle Fox clever? He hadn't noticed...
