"Cousin, long time no see," have you gotten into trouble?"
Tao Mingzhang looked at Xie Ci and the little one beside him with a smiling gaze.
"Could this be the Feng Shui Metaphysics Master that you can't compare with? If I may ask, little friend, how old are you this year?"
His words were filled with the delight of schadenfreude and the anticipation of a spectacle.
It was just shy of outright saying, "Isn't your Feng Shui Metaphysics getting worse and worse?"
How come a group of adults still can't compare to a little kid?
Xie Ci usually didn't bother interacting with this older cousin who, since middle school, had switched girlfriends more frequently than others.
His expression unchanged, he sidestepped to shield Little Bun, and greeted him with a detached tone.
Moreover, he had already grown accustomed to being upstaged by this little monster; the blows were direct and personal, your mockery hardly carries any weight, does it?
