Smack...
Bibi Dong covered her forehead in distress. This little terror of hers really was a nuisance.
Couldn't he see she was busy right now? What was he flying in here for?
Seeing this, Ghost Douluo prepared to fly up and catch the little terror, Zhao Ping'an.
But the next second, space rippled, and a large hand grabbed Zhao Ping'an.
Then another large hand began smacking the little terror's bottom.
"You naughty brat, flying around all day long! You little punk, tell me, aren't you asking for a spanking? Just watch your dad teach you a proper lesson."
After several consecutive slaps left Zhao Ping'an's bottom stinging fiercely, the little terror was tossed to Ghost Douluo.
Ghost Douluo casually caught him, and Zhao Ling's voice reached his ears.
"Old Ghost, take this little punk to the wet nurse. I've sealed his flight ability for now. Let him reflect on his behavior."
"No, Dad! I was wrong! Don't seal my flight ability! I'll be bored to death if I can't fly.
"Besides, Sister Nana keeps pinching my cheeks every day and asking why I'm not as handsome as Dad. Don't I have any dignity?"
Once the little terror in Ghost Elder's arms realized his flight ability really had been sealed, his little face fell.
He had taken pride in his inborn ability to fly ever since his birth.
Now that Dad had actually sealed his flight ability, wouldn't Sister Nana and those wet nurses get to pinch his cheeks every day?
His looks might not measure up to his father's, but he still blew most people out of the water, all right?
That was why he was so incredibly cute and so beloved by those older girls.
But Sister Nana actually said his looks were far inferior to his father's, so