"Stinky father, if I am a pig, then you are an old pig." Zhao Yao yelled angrily, "An old pig with thick skin."
The emperor picked up Zhao Yao and laid him across his lap, then raised his hand and gently slapped Zhao Yao's little bottom.
"You brat, how dare you insult your father."
"You're the one insulting yourself." Zhao Yao retorted, and then leaned down to take a bite out of the Emperor's thigh.
"Ouch, you brat, are you a little dog?"
Father and son engaged in a playful tussle once more.
Sun Kui watched as Zhao Yao's feet kicked against the emperor's face, and saw the emperor's large hands pinch Zhao Yao's delicate little face into all sorts of strange shapes.
Afterwards, the two of them started biting each other back and forth.
It was unbearable to watch!
Really unbearable to watch!
Luckily, only he saw it, and no one else did! The emperor's majestic image remained intact!
