1120 Do not make things difficult.

For example, Youyou's eyes were bigger and narrower than his twin brother's. He would indubitably be a classic pretty boy when he grew up.

With a sharp turn of his head to glare at him, the boy raised his hand and smacked the old man's hand away!

SMACK!

It was a forceful smack.

Mu Sheng's hand stung from the pain.

"Don't touch me!" spat the boy angrily; his tone had neither the childishness nor timidity of a seven-year-old kid.

Other kids his age would be shivering in fear at such a huge commotion!

This child was bold in comparison; his voice revealed the same unruliness as his father when he was younger!

Mu Wanrou shot him a look. "He's your great grandfather; you're not to be rude to him!"

The boy did not spare her a glance, however.

It infuriated her incessantly. She hated this child's arrogance!

Her grandpa laughed, instead. "He he! This child is as gutsy as his father! Not bad!"