g industry. If you want to create an overwhelming amount of advertising, it will inevitably cost a fortune. Therefore, when considering the face value, paying such a huge amount for advertising and t...Old Master Yan listened to Rong Si's words and did not reply. He just stood there, slightly turning his body, looking at both Rong Si and his companions, while the corner of his eye could also sweep over the young boy.Although he didn't say anything, his attitude was very clear. With a posture that spanned between the young boy and Rong Si's group, he made it known that as long as he was there, Rong Si couldn't act recklessly.

The Rongs and others didn't cause trouble because they hadn't reached that point yet. Besides, Mr. Yan's face had to be given. Otherwise, if they were to barge in right away, they might risk being blacklisted by Mr. Yan.

On that side, the little boy brandished his last move, slowly retracting it, and slightly closed his eyes, breathing gently. After releasing a breath, he slowly opened his eyes, and then his bright eyes suddenly shot towards Rong Si and the others, at the same time, he took a step forward with his calf.

Xiaohuo was a little impatient, and he darted to Xiaoyou's face in a few hops.

"Brother, don't go!"

Saying that, she stretched out her small arm and blocked his face, then looked warily at Rong Si and the others. This could be considered a protective stance.

"It's okay!" the little boy reached out his small hand and gently pushed Haohao's arm.

Little Hao pouted and retracted his hand, following behind Little Youyou's every move. It seemed like he was saying that if something was wrong, he would advance and retreat with Little Youyou.

Rong Si just stood there, watching this tiny figure slowly approach him. It looked to be only about a meter away, short enough that it hadn't even reached his waist. His small arms and legs, along with his little face, all bore the innocence and naivety typical of childhood. But the expression on his face and those dark, bright eyes revealed a hint of youthful maturity emanating from this small frame.

The little boy didn't walk too close, but came to Old Man Yan's side and stopped.

I know why you're here!

At this age, the child's speech is still a bit unclear. Especially when speaking quickly, it becomes even harder to understand. So, the little one speaks very slowly, almost syllable by syllable, making sure others can hear clearly. For a child, speaking like this requires a lot of willpower to maintain this composure.

It's not just about being surprised by the four of them, even the others are quite amazed. Especially the three women, they tend to have more maternal instincts, seeing such a little fellow, it's easy for their motherly love to overflow, so their eyes reveal some rare fondness and excitement.

The fifteenth daughter of the Rong family, Rong Fifteen, broke into a smile and asked softly.

"Do you know why we are here!"

She crouched down slightly, her smiling face radiating warmth and kindness. This demeanor was beloved by the tribe's children, so she was included among the three women who came this time. They hoped to use her skills to soothe Xiao Youyou.

Xiao Youyou nodded, her voice was still slow, but there wasn't much emotion in her tone.

"You want my father to return to his home, but, you're wasting your time looking for me!"

Rong Fifteen was startled. Their thoughts had been guessed by this little kid! Amazing!

However, thinking that this was Rong Ling's child, I felt that it was normal for the child to say such things.

"Does it work It's worth a try, isn't it" she laughed, coaxing him. "Besides, Auntie Fifteen thinks that our little Youyou is so capable, he can definitely help."

The same kind and gentle smile failed to melt the young boy's guarded heart. He had experienced life-or-death situations several times, which had made him far more mature than other children emotionally. Ròu Shíwǔ's tactics would work on other children, but not on him.

"Daddy wouldn't agree to this." The little boy's black eyes shone with an unusual brightness. Those two brightest points, following the slight turn of his small head, landed on Rong Si and Rong Liu who stood side by side.

"There are many people in Rong's family, you can find others. As long as you can keep things stable, anyone can do it!"

The little boy's words carried wisdom. He looked at Rong Si and the other two, as if he knew them both, recognizing their high status and understanding that they were the ones truly making decisions for this group of people. It was hard to imagine a five-year-old child being able to say something like this, leading Rong Si and the others to suspect that Rong Ling had said it and then let the little boy hear it. But the little boy did hear it, and when they came to find him, he was able to repeat it, which was remarkable in itself. This showed that the little boy's logical reasoning abilities were already very strong among children his age.

"It's better to find the cooked than the raw," Rong Liu laughed, carefully watching the young boy's expression. First, he wanted to see how much he understood, and second, he was testing if Rong Ling had given him any other instructions on this matter.

Yet, the little fellow slightly furrowed his brow. His black eyes suddenly contracted, fixing on something with a look of intense concentration—just like his father.

“Ripe, all become unripe.

"

That's pretty interesting, it's quite smart!

Rongliu smiled in his heart and asked again.

"But, from raw to ripe, it takes a long time. Right now, time is of the essence!"

The little guy snorted. "That's your problem!"

That tone, seemed somewhat dismissive, teasing Rong Liu's heart itched. He had grandchildren, both boys and girls, already in elementary school, but none as clever and quick-witted as this little one.

Then you tell me, which person is suitable to be cooked!

Ugh, even this they have to ask him about, so clueless!

The little guy didn't even bother rolling his eyes, he turned his head and looked at Old Man Yan.

"Master, let's continue."

Thet off all vitality. His nerves jolted painfully, his body leaping up as if stabbed by a knife, like a final outburst. But in an instant, he collapsed onto the ground like a sack of potatoes. He began...