Bullying a little kid , Huo Jincheng felt no guilt at all. However, Xiaxia’s response was: "Of course! Little Zhi Liao is prettier and cuter than everyone else; I like her the most." "I have to tell your parents that your favorite person isn’t even them. They would be so heartbroken. Your aunt is mine. Do you know what your behavior is called?" "I don’t know." Xiaxia shook his head. "That’s called being a third party," Huo Jincheng said. "What’s a third party?" Xiaxia had no concept of it. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ NoveI(F)ire.net "Let’s not talk about that now. Let’s talk about what we discussed earlier. If your parents knew your favorite person is your aunt and not them, they would be very sad," Huo Jincheng glanced at him and saw him furrow his brow in distress. He knew his words were having some effect. "If I had a son who liked someone else the most, I’d want to throw him out. Who knows if they’d get sick from the anger," Huo Jincheng added emphatically. At that moment, Huo Jincheng had evidently forgotten that he had said the same thing to Lu Xingzhi. So, by those standards, his parents should have thrown him out too. Lu Xingzhi touched her ear, blushing for Huo Jincheng, and couldn’t help but admire his psychological resilience. To be able to say such things so righteously. "Who said that? My favorite people are my mom and dad. And I also really like Little Zhi Liao," Xiaxia said loudly, his little face all red. It seemed that only this way could it be more believable. "What about your grandma? She takes care of you every day, don’t you like her?" Huo Jincheng couldn’t believe he couldn’t handle a little kid. "I like Grandma too." Afraid Huo Jincheng would name more people, Little Poor Huo Chengqian quickly said, "I also like Great-grandpa, Grandpa, and Grandma." "You like so many people! I’m not like you, my favorite person is your aunt. So, you can’t beat me." Huo Jincheng said very childishly to a child. Little Poor Huo Chengqian looked at Huo Jincheng in disbelief, dumbfounded, and it took a while for him to react, "But Grandpa and Grandma would be sad too; you don’t like them most." "I’m different from you. You’re still young; you need your parents to support you. I already don’t need to spend their money; I can even give money to your aunt, but you can’t do that," Huo Jincheng always had some remark ready to block Xiaxia. "I can also give my allowance to Little Zhi Liao." "Your allowance is given by others, but I earn my own money. Aren’t you ashamed to give your aunt money given by others?" Huo Jincheng questioned. Xiaxia finally couldn’t hold it in and started to cry, "Waaah..." Lu Xingzhi quickly ran over and hugged him, "Don’t cry, Xiaxia! Your uncle is teasing you for fun!" "As expected, you’re not ashamed. If you can’t win verbally, you cry. Not like a man at all," Huo Jincheng threw in another line. "Waa waa..." While crying, Xiaxia wiped his tears, "Little Zhi Liao, I don’t want to cry, I just can’t control it. The tears want to fall on their own. Ooooh... Uncle is a demon, a big bad guy..." "Pfft..." Lu Xingzhi watched his actions and listened to his words, and couldn’t help but burst into laughter. After laughing, she quickly collected herself; she couldn’t behave , or she’d be no different from her uncle.