"Let...let me go!" the young boy pleaded.
Mo Yinhang, the little domineering CEO, looked down with a cold smile, "I don't seem to hear the sincerity in your plea."
Neither Ye Junqing nor Ye Xingguang stopped their son's arrogant behavior. They walked straight to the main seat and sat down.
"If you want to beg me, call me grandpa."
"You... you... don't bully me too much... ah..."
With a slight force under Mo Yinhang's foot, the young boy cried out in pain, like a slaughtered pig.
A middle-aged man stepped forward, "Family Head, will you just let your son treat relatives so cruelly?"
Ye Xingguang casually placed her hands on the armrest of the chair and leaned back lazily, "My son is only five years old. Unable to defeat even a five-year-old, you call that cruelty?"
Li Zhengqing, Ye Xingguang's secretary, stood behind her and said, "It's just child's play, Uncle Wang. Your son is seventeen; could he really be hurt by a five-year-old child?"
