You're so beautiful, and you still want to cancel the engagement?

"Master, please calm down, master, please calm down..." Old Ji was quite frightened by Ye Fei's words. Only at this moment did he realize that he had indeed laughed too recklessly just now.

However, as expected of a seasoned veteran who has lived for tens of thousands of years, he instantly found a perfect way to deal with it.

His next words would completely change the fate of Ye Fei and everyone around him, including Lao Ji himself.

"Master, you've really misunderstood me." Old Ji began his performance: "I wasn't making fun of you just now, but I think this little brat is the best gift God has given you!"

"What do you mean?" Ye Fei said disdainfully, "He's a gift from God? What, do you think I'll never get a wife in this life, or that I can't have children myself?"

"No, no, no, you've misunderstood again!" Old Ji continued to explain, "Haven't you noticed yet? This little guy looks just like you back then! Weren't you like this when you were a child?"

"Master, you already knew all along. I've already glimpsed your soul and know everything you experienced on Earth. Didn't you notice how similar you were to him when you were a child? Come to think of it, isn't he just a smaller version of yourself?"

Upon hearing what Lao Ji said, Ye Fei was suddenly stunned.

He began to carefully examine his godfather kneeling before him, but no matter how he looked at him, he couldn't see any resemblance to himself.

He quickly realized that Lao Ji wasn't referring to physical resemblance, but rather personality similarity.

Based on his conversation with Qian'er after meeting him, he quickly came to agree with Lao Ji's statement.

"Hmm, I must say, this little brat's personality is indeed somewhat similar to mine when I was a kid." Ye Fei nodded to himself.

"Especially his sharp tongue!" Old Ji added fearlessly.

Ye Fei: “…”

"Where the hell did I have a sharp tongue!" Ye Fei thought to himself, annoyed. "Am I really that sharp-tongued?"

"Hehe, no, no..." Old Ji hurriedly said. But at that moment, Old Ji was thinking: How can he compare to your skill level now? Compared to you, he's still far behind...

"You little brat, you're talking nonsense! I'm going to beat you to death today!"

"Crack, crack, crack..."

……

Gong Yunchang was holding Qian'er's arm with one hand and frantically slapping Qian'er's buttocks with the other.

However, with each slap from Gong Yunchang, Qian'er grimaced in pain.

However, the godchild didn't utter a single word from beginning to end.

Faced with this scene, Ye Fei couldn't help but frown slightly.

At that moment, he couldn't help but think of himself when he was young.

Back then, he was a notorious troublemaker in the village.

Whenever he committed a crime and someone came to confront him, his grandfather would slap himself like this in front of the other party in order to give them an explanation. And just like his godchild at this moment, he would endure the pain without uttering a sound.

Even his grandfather was speechless about this.

Because of this incident, his grandfather would always explain it to him in detail afterwards: "You little brat, when I hit you, why didn't you cry a few times so I could hit you less? Why are you always so stubborn?"

Ye Fei would always remain silent.

Because he always felt he was right.

Ye Fei looked at Gong Yunchang again, still slapping his hand: "I'll teach you to speak recklessly, I'll teach you to talk nonsense..."

At that moment, he couldn't help but think of himself when he was a child, and suddenly felt inexplicably sorry for the little guy.

"That's enough!" He hurriedly stepped forward to stop Gong Yunchang and pulled Qian'er behind him to protect him: "Have you hit enough! Stop hitting him!"

Qian'er looked up at Ye Fei fiercely: "Don't think that just because you're speaking up for me, I'll become your disciple! Humph, I can't afford to lose face in front of my family members!"

Ye Fei ignored Qian'er and said coldly to Gong Yunchang, "Gong Yunchang, you've had your fill of fun, it's my turn now!"

After Ye Fei finished speaking, he grabbed Qian'er's arm with one hand and started whipping his little bottom wildly with the other: "Smack, smack, smack..."

Gong Yunchang: "..."

Qian'er: "???"