When the little dumpling heard the boy offer her the position of maid, she immediately retreated behind Fan Hai and said unhappily:

"don't want!"

Fan Hai grabbed the boy's slingshot, trying to push it down.

"It is very impolite to keep pointing a slingshot at someone!"

The boy's tender face held a fierce and stubbornness like a tiger. Even when Fan Hai pressed his hand down, he stubbornly stretched out his arm, refusing to admit defeat.

"Who are you? I'm talking to her right now, so shut up!"

Fan Hai felt the resistance on the boy's arm and raised an eyebrow.

That kid! He's got quite a stubborn temper!

"She is my young mistress, and I am her guard!"

The little boy hugged Fan Hai's leg, poked his head out, and said to the boy:

"That's right, this powerful older brother is my bodyguard. With him around, you can forget about making me your maid."

The boy retorted defiantly, "Amazing? How amazing?"

Before Fan Hai could even open his mouth, the little dumpling clinging to his leg had already started chattering away.

"He could knock you down with one hand, send you flying with a flick of his finger, blast you a fart, and drown you with a sneeze..."

Hearing the young master's words becoming increasingly outrageous, Fan Hai quickly spoke up to stop her.

"Alright, alright! Keep it down, keep it down!"

He leaned down and whispered to the little dumpling:

"Young master, aren't you exaggerating a bit?"

The little dumpling blinked innocently at him and said:

"You have to be really tough to scare him!"

The boy snorted coldly and said indifferently:

"I thought he was something special, but he's just a lowly guard."

After saying that, he pointed at the little dumpling and said, "If you want guards, I can give you as many as you want!"

The little dumpling asked, "How much do you want? Give me as much as you want?"

The boy nodded firmly.

The little dumpling clapped its hands and said, "Okay! Then give me nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine guards! Not one more! Not one less!"

The boy's mouth twitched!

Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine?

Is she planning to form an army and go to war?

Seeing the boy's expression, the little dumpling put her hands on her hips and said:

"What's wrong? Didn't you say you'd give me as much as I wanted? Why are you changing your mind?"

Hmph! Trying to act like a domineering boy in front of her!

She doesn't care about him at all!

She didn't listen to those scripts for nothing!

The little dumpling raised its head with a slightly smug look.

This was the first time the boy had been rendered speechless by someone's retort, so he had no choice but to suppress his temper and ask:

"Hey, what's your name?"

The little dumpling proudly tossed its head and said, "I'm not telling you!"

After saying that, she lifted her little feet and turned to leave.

The boy felt a little anxious when he saw her about to leave.

She finally found someone to play with, how could she leave!

The boy didn't know how to call out to her, so he simply reached out and grabbed her braid.

Seeing this, Fan Hai grabbed the boy's arm and pushed him backward.

The boy held the little girl's braid tightly, pulling it so hard that it hurt her a little.

She couldn't help but put her hands on her head and burst into tears.

Fan Hai was completely enraged when he heard the little dumpling crying.

Originally, I thought the boy was too young and that it was inappropriate for an adult to discipline him.

Unexpectedly, the boy was so arrogant and domineering. Fan Hai clenched his fist, ready to punch the boy's hand hard.

"stop!"

Suddenly, Mu Tingzheng's voice rang out.

Upon hearing his master's voice, Fan Hai, though unsure of who he was reprimanding, immediately withdrew his fist.

Mu Ting was arriving with four princes.

Mu Ting's eyes darkened immediately when he saw Wei Yanzhi grabbing his daughter's hair.

"let go!"

No sooner had Mu Ting finished speaking than the Fourth Prince slapped Wei Yanzhi across the face.

Wei Yanzhi staggered from the slap and released his grip.

His teeth were so badly bitten that they tore through the lining of his mouth, and blood seeped out.

"Wei Yanzhi!" the Fourth Prince roared.

The little dumpling quickly felt the weight lift from its head and rushed into Mu Ting's arms.

A few strands of hair fell messily across Wei Yanzhi's forehead, and through the gaps in his hair, he stared intently at the little dumpling.

Why is she crying again?

The little dumpling nestled in Mu Tingzheng's arms, crying and touching its head as it said:

"Father, he pulled my braid!"

Mu Ting looked at the little dumpling's head. Fortunately, the tug wasn't too hard, and no hair was pulled out, but the scalp was already slightly red.

But this was already enough to make Mu Tingzheng feel heartbroken.

He said to the Fourth Prince in a rather irritable tone:

"The young prince is so rude, how does the fourth prince intend to deal with him?"

Upon hearing Mu Tingzheng's words, the Fourth Prince understood that Mu Tingzheng was not going to let the matter rest.

The Fourth Prince first patted the little dumpling's head, and seeing her teary-eyed appearance, he felt sad and uncomfortable.

He coldly rebuked, "Why are you bullying the little girl?"

Wei Yanzhi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, seemingly oblivious to the pain, and said calmly, "She's leaving!"