Watching Li Yuan continuously knock his head on the wall, Nangong Xi, held in Qin Sijue's arms, couldn't help but speak up.
Li Yuan stopped, turned his head, and glared at the little guy, "Who are you calling uncle?"
"You! Who else in this room is knocking their head against the wall?"
"Am I that old?!" He glared at Nangong Xi, clearly only twenty-seven!
Nangong Xi pouted, "Anyway, older than me!"
"You're a little brat!" Li Yuan retorted.
Nangong Xi pouted his lips as if he couldn't be bothered to argue with him.
Damn!
Watching his smug look, Li Yuan only felt more frustrated but was powerless, only able to sadly knock his head against the wall again!
It was Nangong Mingchuan, standing to the side, who broke the stalemate, looking at Qin Sijue's son, he couldn't help but worry a little as well.
Now he was in a dire situation, with his wife who had been long delayed in waking up, and his son, who was also seriously injured.
"Xixi, how did you get down here?"
