Yu Yibai, blushing, said in a low voice, "Do you really like me?"
"What?" Xiaobao's smile instantly froze, as if he hadn't clearly heard.
"I said, is what you just said true? Do you really like me?" Yu Yibai said through gritted teeth.
In fact, the only thought in her mind was to violently thrash this little brat, preferably so much that even his mother wouldn't recognize him.
But Xiaobao's face suddenly froze, and then he replied furiously, "What do you mean, your mom? I don't even know what she looks like, how can we talk about liking or not? Is something wrong with your brain?"
After speaking, Xiaobao quickly turned around and walked away with the Golden Eagle.
Yu Yibai looked shocked, eyes wide open, seemingly still processing. But once she snapped back, she immediately exploded with anger, pointing at Xiaobao: "You bastard, what did you say? Stop right there!"
