Damn, how come this little guy has such good ears? He could hear me even when I spoke so softly.
Zhuang Rongguang's face suddenly became hot, and then he stiffened his neck and said, "When did I try to sow discord? I'm telling the truth, okay? Also, is she your mother? Why are you calling her that?"
"It's my mother!" Upon hearing this, the little boy clenched his fists, and his face was colder than ever before, and it was obvious that he was really angry.
Then, he spoke to the boy in front of him word by word: "If I get a ten-ring, you have to say a hundred times that she is my mother!"
Zhuang Rongguang glanced at him nonchalantly, "Just say it! I'm not afraid of you!"
Zhuang Liaoyuan, who was standing by, saw his eighteen-year-old son still acting so childishly and arguing with a five-year-old child. He immediately frowned and said, "Rongguang, stop messing around!"
Zhuang Zongren's old face was also a little embarrassed, "You little brat, how old are you, and you still bully a kid, you don't know how to be ashamed!"
"It's okay." Lu Tingxiao looked at the scene in front of him and didn't care.
"What's wrong with me? You clearly saw that he was the one who provoked me..." Zhuang Rongguang muttered unconvinced.
"I provoked you. If I can't do it, I will apologize to you and call you brother a hundred times."
"Come, come, come~ I'm waiting for your brother a hundred times~"
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Ning Xi knew that the little bun was not the kind of child who would act willfully and mischievously. He was serious and really angry.
"Baby, do you really want to gamble?"
The little boy looked at Ning Xi as if he was looking at the most important treasure in the world that no one could question: "Mom, you are my mom."
Ning Xi saw that the little bun was determined, so she finally went to choose a gun for him.
Seeing that the two children were just throwing tantrums, Lu Tingxiao didn't mind, and Zhuang Liaoyuan and Zhuang Zongren didn't interfere too much.
Ning Xi chose a light pistol for the little kid. It didn't have much recoil, but it was enough for a five-year-old kid to handle. He even had trouble holding the gun steady.
It is only because the adults present are all professionals that they dare to let Xiaobao play like this.
"Baby, let's play happily. Mom is your mom. You don't need to prove it to anyone, okay?" Ning Xi comforted her.
The little bun nodded obediently, but the light in his eyes was unusually bright.
"Come, mom will teach you how to hold a gun!" Ning Xi carefully and patiently taught the little kid how to hold a gun and how to aim.
Zhuang Rongguang at the side interrupted in a mean manner, "Hey, hey, hey, it's wrong, how could you put your finger there... It's so simple, but you can still make a mistake... I'm only three years old..."
Ning Xi glared at him, "Do you want me to fight you with real weapons?"
Zhuang Rongguang swallowed his saliva and shook his head like a rattle. At the same time, he felt sad. Damn, what's the point of acting like a mother hen protecting her chicks? What's so good about this little softie? Isn't she just a little cuter, a little whiter, and a little more adorable
Lu Tingxiao looked at Ning Xi who was patiently teaching Xiaobao, and his son who was studying hard, and a barely perceptible glimmer flashed in his eyes.
Five years old, ten rings.
If it weren't for Ning Xi and Zhuang Rongguang who had super talents inherited from their families, it would be absolutely impossible to do it...
The Lu family has been engaged in business for generations, and their descendants have all received ancient aristocratic education. It is obviously impossible for them to have much talent in these areas.