Liu Feifei had a tight expression, looking at the little boy in front of her, puffed up with anger. In comparison, she seemed more like a child, while the little boy across from her was more like an adult.
"Auntie, you still haven't said why you aren't angry at all, even though you know godfather likes my mom!" The little boy in front of her, about five or six years old, continued to press on the topic.
Seeing him still asking like this, without realizing her displeasure, Liu Feifei came to the conclusion that the little boy in front of her was not cute at all.
Before she could say anything, the boy arrogantly raised his chin, "I know what you don't, it's because my mom is the most beautiful woman in the world, she's the princess of our family. My dad is the prince, so of course she married my dad."
Liu Feifei pouted resentfully, "Your dad, with his face like a black-faced Justice Bao, where's the prince in that? Look at your godfather; now that's a prince!"
