Can a six-year-old be such a rascal and so good at acting?
In his heart, he was more bewildered than amazed at the boy .
The child was like a puzzle to him . He was only six years old; how capable could he be? A normal kid at Yun Tianyou's age would not know much . Those who were average might not speak well yet and probably needed their fingers to count .
He had even seen children his son's age fearful and wary of strangers . There were even those timid ones who would hide behind their parents .
Little Yichen was deemed as smart for his age . He had superior intelligence and, although aloof, was just a kid at heart .
Little Yichen was definitely different from this boy, who was scheming like an adult .
He could still remember how the boy had called him by his full name on the phone that day . There was no hint of fear in the child's voice, only calmness with an unexplained coldness and detachment . The child seemed to know his identity as his biological father despite not meeting each other before . In fact, he was coolly warned never to get near the mother again .
He is super protective of his mother at such a tender age . Any slightest threat to her is magnified and deemed as unforgivable in his eyes .
Six years old… What can a child do at such an age? Still, he confidently told me off, 'Who do you think you are?'
He even warned, 'I won't let you off easily . '
He was alarmed, indeed . He had been a child before, too . When he was six, he was just a naughty kid, who grew up in a secured environment . Although he was mature for his age, it did not make a big difference, unlike this kid .
He was a little wary of what kind of mature soul could be residing inside the boy's young body .
On the other end, Yun Tianyou was fidgeting with the toy in his hands as he sat in his study room . Hearing a shallow gasp on the phone, he attributed it to poor signal . “Mommy? Mommy, can you hear Youyou?”
“Yes . ”
It was a throaty mature tone; Mu Yazhe finally spoke .
The man's voice hit Yun Tianyou like lightning; his body froze on the spot .
“Are you… Mu Yazhe?” he forced this question out of his mouth, his tone no longer innocent and childlike . It sounded as if two grown men were coldly confronting each other on the phone .
The boy frowningly stood up from the chair; his fingers shook in his shock .
“Yes, it's me . Why are you calling me by my name?”
“What should I call you, then?” Yun Tianyou mockingly asked before he suddenly questioned, “Why is my mommy's phone with you?”
“Shh,” he shushed with a smile, saying, “Your mother is sound asleep; keep your voice down . ”
“Why is she at your place?” The boy could not accept this fact, and he furrowed his brows in grave alarm .
This must be a big shock to him .
“Didn't I tell you to stay away from her?”
“You asked me to choose when we last spoke, yes?” he kindly reminded him and, seemingly in a good mood, said, “Well, I've made my choice . ”
Yun Tianyou stroked his chin and thought for a moment .
'Family or foe, you choose . '
“Mr . Mu, I think you have made a mistake,” the boy coolly said, “I take back my words . ”
“Er? You are regretful?” The man chuckled uncontrollably . This child was such a smooth-talker; who did he learn it from?
Chapter end
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