Wang Xian curled his lip. It was not as if he wanted to bicker with a bare-assed little child; this little brat was simply too punchable.
"Big sister, you're such a good person!"
The little child seemed to realize that Di Yao could keep Wang Xian in check and immediately began currying favor with her.
Di Yao crouched down and reached out to pat the little child's head. In a gentle tone, she asked, "Tell me, who exactly are you?"
The little child immediately furrowed his brow, his expression turning thoughtful.
More than a dozen breaths later, the little child shook his head. "I don't know who I am either."
"Di Yao, I think this little thing just needs a beating. If I beat him up again, he'll definitely tell us everything!"
Wang Xian walked toward the little child, scaring him into screaming as he hid behind Di Yao.
Di Yao shot Wang Xian a glare, pulled the little child back in front of her, and asked again, "Do you really not know who you are?"
"I really don't know. Big sister, you have to believe me!"
The little child made his promise with a solemn, earnest expression.
"He just needs a beating!"
Wang Xian still wanted to beat up the little brat.
Di Yao patted the little child's head again before turning to Wang Xian and asking in surprise, "Why do you keep wanting to hit him?"
She knew Wang Xian well enough to know that he would not beat someone up for no reason, much less a little child who looked only a few months old.
"Why do I want to hit him?"
Wang Xian frowned, pondering for quite a while before saying, "I don't know. I just want to beat him up—so badly that I can barely