Ding Minghui was not a weak man, and Ning Xiuji winced in pain as he was pinched by him. He raised his hand to slap at Ding Minghui's, "Let go of me, it hurts."
Li Minghui not only did not let go but instead gripped tighter, "Call me Daddy; if you don't call me Daddy, I will hit you." He couldn't believe it; if he couldn't handle the older ones, he wouldn't be able to manage the younger ones either? Was he supposed to be as pliable as clay, without any temper? Even mud figures are allowed three points of anger.
"Let me go, it's killing me!" Ning Xiuji slapped at the hand Ding Minghui was using to grab his arm. He was really in pain.
"Call me Daddy quickly." Ding Minghui glared at him, determined to fix the little brat's terrible temper today.
Seeing that Ding Minghui was unwilling to let him go, Ning Xiuji burst into tears with a loud cry. The servants downstairs heard the commotion and hurried upstairs, "What's wrong with the young master?"
