Miemie Dragon pouted its tender little lips, saying with a serious face:
"Liangliang, don't think you can stop me from being with Youyou. If you still want to stop me, then we will be enemies—!"
The child's articulation was perfect, like a dubbed voice in a TV drama, solemnly making the declaration. Before he finished speaking, the car window in front of him suddenly rolled down, the cold wind swooshed in, messing up Miemie Dragon's hairstyle.
"Do you want me to throw you out of the car?"
The man's warning voice instantly deflated the child who was ready to fight against him.
Miemie Dragon slumped into the safety seat, fluttering his eyelashes, with crystal-like eyes filled with a pitiful gloss.
"Youyou, I can't like you for now. When I'm more powerful than Liangliang, I'll like you again."
The child's change in attitude was faster than flipping a book, and his words sounded like a life-and-death farewell.
