Suddenly, his face turned even darker.
He slapped down.
With a "slap" sound, he slapped his son on the butt.
Wenle's eyes suddenly widened.
He cried out "Ah~".
"Ahhhh! I can't live anymore! I can't face anyone~"
The fat little boy Wenle wailed incessantly.
He covered his face with a pair of chubby little hands, wishing he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into immediately.
He actually embarrassed himself in front of his good brother whom he just met!
Ahhhh!
How is he going to get around in the future?!
Wen Zhong's ears hurt from the noise, so he simply slapped the boy again:
"Stay still and be quiet!"
What a shame!
Today I met the Ninth Prince.
If he accidentally offended other princes, it would be useless even if he howled loudly!
Wen Le was silenced by the slap from his father.
He simply gave up and let go of his hands.
He was being carried by his father like that, and he looked like he had no strength at all.
Wen Zhong saw that this guy had finally come to his senses, so he looked at the Ninth Prince:
"Ninth Prince, you weren't hurt by that brat, were you?"
Wen Le really wanted to defend himself. It was good enough that he was not scared by his cousin. Why did his father think that his cousin would be scared by him?
Is there any justice in the world?!
But the two slaps just now taught him to be quiet.
Therefore, he could only stare indignantly and dared not speak.
Xiaojiu smiled:
"Don't worry, uncle. My cousin can't scare me. But his actions today were truly disappointing. I've had people inquire about it, and he's often bullied others in this way before. I hope you can discipline him more to prevent him from causing trouble in the future."
After hearing what was said above, Wen Le was muttering to himself that he would find an opportunity to scare his cousin next time.
But when I heard the words that followed, I suddenly felt the skin all over my body tighten.
My cousin hurt me~
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