Beichen Rui bent down, scooped up Jingxi, and with a long stride, walked to the desk and placed the little guy on it.
Jingxi stood on the desk, making him eye level with Beichen Rui.
"Kid, are you tired of living?" he asked coldly, looking at the little bean.
No one had ever dared to challenge his authority; this kid was the first.
Not only did he challenge it, but he also dared to say his hearing was bad. Seems like he'd treated the kid too well in the past two days, making him arrogant.
Jingxi curled his lips into a smile, full of disdain and contempt. He was a miniature version of Beichen Rui.
With a cold tone, he began, "Uncle, not only is your hearing bad, but your memory is too. I'm only three years old, I haven't lived enough yet, so how could I be tired of living."
His face was that of a three-year-old, but his words were like those of a little adult.
If not for his appearance and age, Beichen Rui would have doubted the kid's age.
