Chapter 883 Fang Eleven! I want to kill you (3)

He really was telling the truth all along...

He had attacked their company using his online nickname from the beginning, and all his interactions with them on the internet had been in the guise of his son...

Jiujiu said, "I’m a good kid who always tells the truth, ╮(╯_╰)╭ I’ve never told a lie. You just didn’t believe it, so you can’t blame me, oh?"

Jiujiu looked over at the Zhan Lei section.

Gu Liancheng also turned his head to look at them, and there, including Zhan Lei and his group, scratched their heads and collectively turned to look elsewhere, doing whatever they were doing, avoiding eye contact.

What did their father-son war have to do with dragging them down into it...

Feigning ignorance is the primary strategy for survival.

"Alright then," Gu Liancheng conceded defeat, utterly helpless.

He still remembered that this darn kid had threatened to show him a tough time. Considering that, plus his identity as Genius, if it hadn’t been for today’s events, he would have definitely caught him and given him a good lesson.

"Now you tell me, where did you learn all this?"

Jiujiu shrugged his shoulders, looking obnoxiously smug, "Intelligence is innate. Asking won’t help you catch up with me. Plus, I’m still growing and will improve."

"You little brat... If it weren’t for the credit you’ve earned today for saving your mother, I’d show you."

Jiujiu taunted, "Bring it on, are you scared?"

Gu Liancheng stood up, and with one hand picked up Jiujiu by the scruff of his neck, easily lifting him into the air, "Still acting tough? I don’t believe I can’t handle you."

Jiujiu tried to struggle a few times, which proved that Gu Liancheng hadn’t eaten twenty-some years of rice for nothing; his scrawny little body was no match for him.

His feeble squirming did nothing, as his short limbs made the scene look rather helpless.

"Are you done causing trouble now?" Gu Liancheng, watching this scene, couldn’t help but laugh.

What a little rascal!

Did he really think he couldn’t be disciplined?

Zhan Lei and the others also covered their mouths, laughing—it was just too funny.

After his futile struggle, Jiujiu gave up, letting his limbs go limp as he hung there, lifting his eyes to look at Gu Liancheng, "If you don’t let go, I’ll crash your company’s system tomorrow. If you go bankrupt, don’t say I didn’t warn you."

Zhan Lei and his men glanced at each other, stunned.

Did the young master just threaten to hack the system? Him?

"Um..." Gu Liancheng didn’t seem flustered or anxious. He lifted the little rascal even higher, with the air of someone who could mold him any way he pleased, and smiled, "Suit yourself. You should know by now that to me, it’s just an insignificant candy in my pocket. If you like it that much, I can give it to you—it’ll be yours eventually anyway."

The threats had no effect, Grandpa Jiu felt displeased.

"Oh! Daddy!"

The cute, cute, cute voice rang out.

Everyone turned around and saw Cute running in first, with Ye Fei following behind her.

"Little Miss," they all greeted her following Zhan Lei’s lead.

Cute stopped, clearly not curious about their presence, and performed a salute, grinning with crescent-moon eyes, "Hello, handsome uncles!"

Her military pose was correct and proper.

"Uh..."

The whole group was taken aback.

The contrast between the quiet and reserved young master and the cheerful and active little miss was stark indeed.

Ye Fei just glanced at them and followed Cute inside.

"Oh! What’s this? Jiujiu, what’s wrong with you?"

Cute stood beside Gu Liancheng, looking at the lifted Jiujiu and laughing.