The little guy clenched his tiny fists tightly, his big eyes, starkly contrasting in color, were full of anger. Though he was just a child of a few years, he exuded an innate air of authority and noblesse.

"I want you to take back what you just said and apologize to my mom!"

How could there be a little boy in their closet?

"Who are you?" a woman asked, puzzled.

Another person looked Luo Jun up and down, thinking of the broadcast just now and recalling what the little guy said, she was just surprised and widened her eyes, "You... Your mom wouldn’t happen to be Luo Xiaoqian, would she?!"

Hearing her companion’s voice, the first woman also carefully examined Luo Jun.

During the wedding earlier, Luo Jun had appeared, though it was only briefly, yet this little guy was too dazzling so she especially took notice. Now seeing Luo Jun again, she easily recognized his identity.

She quickly stood up and walked over, "Little friend, don’t misunderstand, we were just... joking around just now!"

Such gossip is fine to talk about in private, but truly saying it in front of those involved, they wouldn’t dare.

Who doesn’t know what kind of person Leng Zimo is, or the kind of temperament he has? If he knew they dared to say these things behind his back, wasn’t it courting death?!

"Yes, yes, little friend, we were all joking." Another woman came over, wanting to pat Luo Jun’s head.

"Don’t touch me!" Luo Jun frowned and stepped back, "I hate you."

"Little friend, Auntie means no harm, even though we were just joking, Auntie still apologizes to you, we take back what we said just now..."

"Yes, we take back what we said just now and apologize to you, sorry..."

Afraid that this little guy might report them to "Emperor Leng", the two women internally cursed the little fellow for choosing to hide nowhere other than their room, while outwardly putting on a face full of obsequiousness as they apologized.

Luo Jun just kept a straight face, not saying a word.

"By the way, little friend, you’ve been hiding for so long, you must be hungry, right? Auntie has chocolate here, and also jelly, do you want to eat?"

"Yeah, it’s really tasty, come, give it a try!"

Seeing that their apology was fruitless, the two women hurriedly launched their sugar-coated offensive.

"I don’t want it!" Luo Jun kept his face straight, showing no appreciation, "You said earlier that my dad is Jiao Yang, is that true?"

Compared to the apology matter, he was more concerned about who his father really was.

Hearing this question, the two women almost regretted it to the point of biting off their own tongues.

This question was far more serious than the previous matters. If this little guy went and told Leng Zimo that they said he wasn’t Leng Zimo’s child, in a fit of anger, Emperor Leng would surely make their lives a living hell.

"Of course not, we were just talking nonsense. How could you be Jiao Yang’s child? You are definitely Leng Zimo’s child..."

"Yeah, we were just talking rubbish earlier, little friend, you mustn’t believe it..."

"Really?!"

The two women nodded together, as if pounding garlic.

"Do you have any evidence?" Luo Jun continued to question.

The two women were filled with lines on their foreheads.

This child, how could he be so cunning?!

"As for evidence..."

"There certainly is evidence, the evidence is..."

"What is it?!"

"It’s just that..." One woman had a flash of inspiration, "You’re so handsome, you must have inherited your father’s genes, so he must be your dad!"