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  Youyou coolly flipped his eyes open, a spark of icy brilliance flashing across them. At the same time, his pinkish lips curled into a lofty arc.

  “Second uncle, it’s the first time we’ve met! How are you?”


  Mu Linfeng could tell who the boy was the moment he opened his mouth.

  He should be another offspring born by Yun Shishi under surrogacy!

  This lad bore a striking resemblance to Little Yichen, but his father’s flavor could be seen in his exceptional mannerism!

  He could sense something different about this kid compared to other boys. An elegant and aloof look with thick and busy eyebrows complemented a pair of crystalline eyes; his adorable features carried a sense of deterring authority because of this haughty expression.

  The elder gave a snort. “Hmph! It’s Mu Yazhe’s b*st*rd son, huh! Why are you here?!”


  The kid sniggered in return and did not bother about the slur in his speech. He also remained in the car, sitting elegantly there while looking calmly at the old man.

  The elder was antagonized by his snobbish attitude yet taken by surprise as well!

  He did not expect a seven-year-old to have such extraordinary charisma!

  This was when he realized what the child had addressed him by and coldly demanded, “Little b*st*rd, retract your salutation!”


  “Huh?”


  Cocking a brow, the boy turned his eyes to look at him with condescending bewilderment.

  The elder jested, “Shouldn’t you ask yourself what your status is and what rights you have to address me as ‘second uncle’.”


  The child paused for a long while before asking leisurely, “Rights? What are rights?”


  “Hmph! What do you think?! Don’t harbor hopes of entering the Mu family just because you are Mu Yazhe’s son! Did that mother of yours thought she could rise to fame and fortune by leveraging on a son she secretly snaffled away? You tell her to dream on!”


  The contempt was loud and clear in his haughty words.

  It was obvious that he detested the kid from the bottom of his heart.

  “As for you, don’t think that you can enter the Mu household just because you are our offspring and have the same blood as us running through your veins. You don’t have the rights!”


  Absolute frigidness could be detected in his tone.

  Youyou only found it funny. His eyes beamed into an icy smile as his tender lips curled up into a condescending arc. “I don’t know how unattainable the Mu family may be, but I’ve just experienced how thick-skinned second uncle can be, though. He he!”


  “What did you just say?!” The man was incensed. “What do you mean by that?!”


  “It is what it is. Why, this second uncle is a learned man, yet you can’t understand basic human language?” The boy’s rebuttal was firm, clear, and equally caustic!

  “You,” Mu Linfeng rebuked furiously, “scoundrel! There’s no place for you to rebel here as long as I’m around.”


  “By the way, you said that I have no right to address you as second uncle—he he! Do you think I wanna?” The boy sniggered, his eyes looking contemptuous. “Addressing you by that is just me being courteous. Being courteous means that I must be polite regardless of how disgusted I feel toward you. Second uncle is a senior but doesn’t seem to understand basic manners.”