"You, the little brat without a dad, you’re definitely losing this ti!"
Such an infuriating voice ca closer and closer. Mo Chuxi’s initially dark expression turned even colder, more terrifying in that instant.
"You’re the one without a dad!"
Yan Chenxi frowned deeply, fighting back without backing down.
"My dad is standing right here!"
"That’s nonsense! He’s not your real dad! You’re lying!"
Teacher Lin imdiately turned to scold the troublemaking buzz-cut boy with a stern expression.
"Li Ziyuan, how can you speak like that? Yan Chenxi has a dad! His dad is standing right there!"
"Ridiculous! He’s not his biological dad!"
The arrogant buzz-cut boy argued back.
When his eyes t Mo Chuxi’s cold and murderous gaze, he involuntarily shivered and quickly retreated behind his own bald dad.
"Well, yes... yes, my, my son isn’t entirely wrong either."
The bald man stamred as he tried to defend his son, but stole a fearful glance at Mo Chuxi.
"Uh... That... that’s Young Master Mo, everyone in Ancheng knows him, but he... this boy, his na is Yan Chenxi. How could he be Young Master Mo’s son?"
He argued, attempting to sound reasonable, though his confidence was utterly lacking.
Teacher Lin suddenly froze.
"You’re saying... You’re saying he’s Young Master Mo?"
"Yes, it’s that Young Master Mo! The Crown Prince of Di Jue!"
The bald man affird with conviction.
Teacher Lin’s eyes widened in shock as she turned her gaze to the coldly handso man.
Indeed, it was that standout, noble face of the Crown Prince of Di Jue!
She couldn’t fail to recognize him. Many of the parents had remarked on the resemblance back then.
But the child’s surna was Yan, and at the ti when she addressed him as Mr. Yan, he hadn’t denied it either...
Teacher Lin felt a bit puzzled.
"This..."
"Haha! I knew it!"
The buzz-cut boy nad Li Ziyuan chuckled smugly.
"Yan Chenxi, you’re destined to lose this competition to ! You don’t have a biological dad! A fake dad can’t participate in the parent-child activity with you!"
He kept running his mouth, arrogantly taunting as he pulled a silly face at Yan Chenxi.
"Bleh bleh bleh! Poor little brat with no dad! So pitiful! Truly pitiful, pitiful pitiful..."
The buzz-cut boy was jeering, but halfway through, he suddenly saw Mo Chuxi stepping closer toward him and his father with long strides.
His voice involuntarily grew weaker and weaker under Mo Chuxi’s overwhelmingly intimidating presence, until it was as soft as a mosquito’s buzz by the end.
"Y-Young Master Mo... what my child said is also the truth..."
As Mo Chuxi approached, the bald man broke out in a sweat, his forehead glistening with cold perspiration.
The buzz-cut boy panicked further, hurriedly ducking behind his bald dad again. But before he could steady himself, he suddenly felt his collar tighten—and in the next second, his feet were no longer touching the ground!
Yan Xinxin and Teacher Lin were simultaneously struck dumb with astonishnt!
They couldn’t believe Mo Chuxi had directly lifted the arrogant brat into the air!
The buzz-cut boy kicked frantically, his face turned bright red from Mo Chuxi’s tight grip on his collar.
"Young Master Mo! P-Please stop!"
The bald man finally snapped out of his shock and tried to intervene, but as soon as he stepped forward, Mo Chuxi’s cold and murderous glare forced him right back.
His expression was shadowed and icy, his ruthless aura as dark and consuming as a black hole!
With a loud, sudden sound, the buzz-cut boy was so frightened he wet his pants!
"Open your ears and listen carefully! I, Mo Chuxi, *am* Yan Chenxi’s biological father! He is the life that his mother Yan Xinxin and I brought into this world together! If anyone dares to say my son doesn’t have a father again, or questions whether I’m his biological dad, I’ll make sure they’ll never be able to speak another word in the future!"
He warned harshly, then suddenly threw the boy aside.
"Ah—!"
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