Only Eating a Little

Thunderbolt patted his shoulder and smiled. "Why don't you take a look at whose bloodline that is? Can our master's bloodline be the same as an ordinary child's?"

With that, he turned around and reported the situation to Mo Beiyuan. "Master, do you still want to continue testing Little Master?"

Mo Beiyuan said calmly, "There's no need. You can't lie to him."

He knew his son very well. That kid looked sullen and did not like to talk, but he was quick-witted. The secret guard's disguise had been exposed the first time. The kid would only be more vigilant afterwards.

Mo Beiyuan was not worried that Bun would be tricked and captured. He was worried about the little gluttonous cat in his arms.

The little packrat held up a stick of candied hawthorn. Her little feet were still swaying as she licked the sugar coating on the candied hawthorn, its big eyes sparkling.

"Father, the candied hawthorn is so squishy…"