"Where did you come from, little baby? Why are you in my house, and where are your parents?"
Tang Rao fired off a series of questions, and the little baby just stared at Tang Rao, unsure of which question to answer first.
"Hey, I'm talking to you. Are you mute or something?"
The little baby was different from kids like Tang Xiaobai. Tang Xiaobai had excellent skin that was as tender and watery as it could be, white with a hint of pink that made you want to pinch it. But the little baby was different; his skin was blue with a tinge of grass green.
"This young master is not mute. You better change your attitude, or don't blame me for punishing you."
What?
The expression on the little baby's face was so serious that Tang Rao almost forgot the one standing in front of him, just knee-high, was merely a little toddler.
"Punish me? Go ahead, punish me then. I just love being punished."
