Don’t Be Calculative Toward A Wild Child IV

"Did you want me to take off my clothes so you can wipe your face?"

The little fatty with snot all over his face tipped his chin up proudly. "That's right! And you two! How dare servants like you address yourselves as 'me' in front of the royal prince? You should be calling yourselves 'humble servants'!"

"Oh," Feng Ruqing answered calmly.

All of a sudden, a vine abruptly appeared around the little fatty's legs, and before the boy could react, he was dangling from the vine in midair.

Slap!

The vine whipped the little fatty's butt—each whip causing the little boy to scream out in pain at the top of his lungs' top.

Feng Lianqing was speechless. He looked at the little fatty who was being dangled and whipped, then turned to look at Feng Ruqing, who was still smiling. Suddenly, he felt like taking back his words…