Prince Le happily brought a big drumstick over to Yangyang, who was tied up on the ground.
"Here!"
Without any hesitation, Yangyang took a bite from his hand.
"Tsk tsk, such a big bite, not elegant at all." Prince Le gave him a sideways glance, "And you call yourself the noble heir of the Marquis Mansion? Looks nothing like it."
"Pah!" Yangyang finally swallowed his food with difficulty and glared at Prince Le. "And you're supposed to be a royal prince? Look at you, you're no better than I am."
"You little brat, why are you so annoying?" Prince Le tapped his head, "Don't you know how to respect your elders?"
"What kind of elder are you to me?" Yangyang snorted and continued, "Hurry up and give me the drumstick, don't be stingy. There are so many drumsticks, and I only get two. If my mother were here, she'd make sure all the drumsticks were mine."
Prince Le liked listening to him talk and found it quite amusing.
