The Breakthrough Began

"Dad, Grandpa Gu agreed to this. You can't scold me when we get back."

Though Ning Rongrong was only four, she had already learned to throw her weight around. She made a face at her father, wrapped an arm around Gu Rong's neck, and gave Sword Douluo Chen Xin a sweet smile.

Anyone who witnessed that marvelous display would probably have exclaimed: What a talent!

"That's right. I agreed to it."

Gu Rong hurried to back her up.

Sigh!

Ning Fengzhi let out a long breath. "Uncle Gu, Uncle Jian, you spoil her too much."

"We're happy to. Besides, the two of us are strong enough to keep her safe."

Gu Rong pursed his lips, looking utterly unconcerned.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin's silence seemed to make his position clear as well.

Ning Fengzhi pressed a hand to his forehead.

"All right, Rongrong. Go play on your own for now. Dad has something to discuss with your Grandpa Gu."

At Ning Fengzhi's words, Ning Rongrong stopped making a fuss and obediently ran off, ready to wreak havoc on the clan.

A child who knew how to borrow others' influence at such a young age was hardly foolish. If anything, she had to be very clever.

Ning Rongrong knew she could usually act up, but when her father grew serious, she had to behave. Otherwise, far from being forgiven, she would only earn his displeasure.

Knowing where to draw that line was perhaps the difference between a mischievous child and an insufferable brat.

"Fengzhi, shouldn't someone keep an eye on Rongrong?"

Gu Rong watched Ning Rongrong leave with evident reluctance.

"She'll be fine. Let her wander around and play. Never mind how much she's wrecked these past few days—what could happen to her inside the clan?"

Ning Fengzhi paid it no mind.