Little Baozi tilted his head, his rosy lips curled up. "My Daddy would never let a woman like you give me a little brother or sister. If he dares, I'll break his legs too!"
The tender voice uttering such words startled Mo Shishi. For a moment, the soft and sticky Little Baozi in front of her felt more like a little demon cloaked in darkness.
"Xiao Yiran, is this something a kid like you should be saying? How can you threaten me like this?" Mo Shishi raised her voice, trying to use an adult's authority to intimidate Little Baozi.
Little Baozi curled his lips and smiled gracefully. His tender voice carried an unyielding coldness, "Why can't I? You want to ruin my Daddy and Mommy, even threatening you is being lenient!"