"You little rascal, you're trying to harm your own father. Just wait and see how I deal with you!" Xu Shixiong cursed, his arm twisted behind his back, yet he struggled fiercely like a big bear.
Mo Wanting quickly shut the door of the study.
Yun Qi ordered, "Take down that painting."
Xu Leiyue and Yun Qiuce, bruised and battered, hurriedly took down the painting, but immediately tossed it onto the table as if it were a hot potato.
The scroll rolled on the table and opened.
Xu Shixiong was pressed against the table, his face tightly against the surface, and the painting spread out in front of him, causing him to struggle even more.
"Let me go, don't touch that painting, or I won't let you off!"
No one paid attention to him; they all quickly leaned over the table to look at the painting.
Wait, something's not right?
Where is Little Master?
They looked down.
Yun Qi was still standing on the ground, reaching out with her hands, in a posture asking to be picked up.
