Ling Tian'ao opened his eyes wide, practically going mad, rolling up his sleeves as if he were about to hit someone.
Ye Luo immediately grabbed Ling Tian'ao, "Young Master!! The young master is still a child, children say the darndest things, children say the darndest things!!"
"You call this children's talk!! That damned bastard!! How did I produce this little thing!!" Ling Tian'ao was being held back by Ye Luo, struggling to rush forward.
Ling Chuan dropped the book in his hand with a grunt, "How could you give birth to me, why are you even asking me? You bastard."
Ling Tian'ao held his forehead, struggling to catch his breath from anger.
But the words he spoke, Ling Tian'ao actually couldn't retort!
Then Ling Tian'ao watched Ling Chuan tuck the book under his arm, walk away all serious, then circle around the sofa to him, glance at Ling Tian'ao, and walk away nonchalantly.
Ling Tian'ao was about to charge out again.
