Dear Miss Mia seems to have met her match this time, fuming and stomping yet utterly helpless.
Fight it out?
She probably wouldn't win.
Reason with him?
This guy doesn't even adhere to logic.
Complain?
The complaints against this little tyrant could line up from Demon City to Black Wind Castle, and every time Prince Colin hears them, he just laughs heartily and says, "This child resembles me," leaving the complainers speechless.
Watching Vivian making faces and Miss Mia baring her teeth in fury, Luo Yan scolded softly.
"Vivian, speak nicely."
"Wuu..."
Hearing that reprimanding voice, Vivian looked as if shot through the heart; her once smug little face instantly showed a pitiful expression, her eyes moistening slightly as she shrank herself, clasping her knees tightly, looking so pitiable that it was hard to berate her.
Even though he knew she was pretending.
