Jerry was already furious, and now Little Xixi's crying had attracted so many guests, making him even more annoyed.
Pointing at Little Xixi's nose, he burst into curses: "Cry, cry, cry, get the hell out of my sight and stand aside, crying what crap!"
"Crying crap? You look well-dressed, how come your words stink like fart? Did you eat too much shit in the restroom just now?"
A cold, mocking yet somehow immature male voice suddenly came from inside the restroom.
Curious, everyone turned their heads and saw a little boy walking out of the restroom.
Although he seemed only seven or eight years old, there was a naturally intimidating aura between his brows, mixed with an elegant nobility.
That feeling, like a king who commands everything, inspired awe and submission.
Wen Zao heard Xixi's crying from inside the restroom, panicking, he quickly pulled up his trousers and ran out.
Before he even reached the door, he heard Jerry's loud cursing.
