Little Thirteen pouted, "I know, I know, stop nagging."
A seven-year-old kid, entering his first rebellious phase, had learned to talk back.
Actually, Little Thirteen's rebellious emotions initially stemmed entirely from his dislike for Tang Yu.
This child's personality was somewhat like Emperor Quan's; he wasn't as soft-hearted as Zhan Se. Since he had formed a rather unfavorable impression of Tang Yu, it was hard to change. Knowing that Sang Er was Tang Yu's daughter naturally didn't put him in a good mood.
But now...
After thinking it over, he sighed like a little adult.
"Alright, little sister, you just wait here, I'll go get you a toy that you're sure to like."
When Little Thirteen came back downstairs with his beloved toy sniper rifle, Sang Er was still sitting in the same spot, not having moved at all, well-behaved unlike a child of her mischievous age.
Thirteen propped the toy gun on the sofa and introduced it with enthusiasm.
