Lu Zhenping cast a disdainful glance at him and sneered, "If it's not tasty, why don't you spit it out? I saw you devouring it like you haven't eaten meat for years. Even my little dog eats better than you. At your age, you still need to bully kids to get a bite of meat. How pathetic."
Dezi, who usually dominated at home, had never been ridiculed like this before. Plus, with Lu Zhenping being tall and having a fierce expression, Dezi soon started crying loudly.
Lu Zhenping showed no mercy, grabbing Dezi and carrying Lu Mingkai all the way to Lai Zi's house.
It was early morning and work hadn't started yet. Lai Zi's wife was feeding her younger daughter with a bowl, while her older daughter stealthily tucked some food into her bowl, planning to save it for her mother to eat later.
