"Shut up!" Beitang Yao coldly threw out a harsh remark, "Such an ill-mannered brat, hasn't anyone taught you to be silent while eating and sleeping?" Not only had he been defeated by Qiao Zhenyu, but he'd also been thwarted by a little brat! Such a tale would make him lose face!
Mario dropped his knife and fork, covered his little mouth with both hands, and stared at the furious Beitang Yao, obediently keeping quiet.
But his eyes suddenly shifted, as if he'd thought of something, then he turned to Uncle Quan and asked, "Grandpa, you haven't told baby the bad news yet."
"Haha..." Uncle Quan, with a towel draped over his arm, frowned at Mario and said, "Mario is so clever, surely you can figure out what grandpa's bad news is?"
Mario immediately fell into thought, then shook his head and honestly said, "Mario is sick, can't guess. Grandpa, please hurry and disclose the riddle."
