Little Taotie’s little face puffed up, like a ballooned little pufferfish. Shen Cang reached out and poked the girl’s cheek, ruthlessly saying, "You’ve gained weight."

Little Taotie: "!!!"

Seeing the girl’s eyes round and bright, like a galaxy churning up a storm, Shen Cang smiled mischievously.

Little Taotie, fiercely cute: "Head Grandpa is bad!"

"Bad? Well, I’ve never said I’d be a good grandpa. Being a bad grandpa isn’t bad either."

Little Taotie pouted and glared at him, muttering: "I won’t copy..."

"Won’t copy?" Shen Cang’s face hardened: "Then I’ll lock you in the Ancient Castle. You’ll only be let out when you finish copying."

Little Taotie jumped in shock: "This is illegal detention!"

"Oh! You sure know a lot."

"Hmph!"

"Alright, if you don’t want to copy, there’s another way. I’ll ask you a question, and if your answer satisfies me, I might spare you."

"What question?" Little Taotie was extremely vigilant, fearing Head Grandpa might set a trap.

"If it was you, what would you do?"

"What do you mean if it was me?"

Shen Cang pointed at the man holding his head and sobbing on the other side of the glass wall, "If it were you on a mission, and the same thing happened, leaving you as the sole survivor, would you make the same choice as he did?"

"What choice did he make?"

"You’ve been listening for a while; what have you heard?" Shen Cang raised his voice. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Little Taotie shrank her neck: "I heard he’s cane sugar."

Shen Cang: "..."

Little Taotie in a small voice: "He must truly care about Auntie, so he squeezed himself into juice, boiled down to sugar, evaporating all the water. Not watery, not scummy, just sweetness left."

Shen Cang: "My hands are itching to spank a child."

Little Taotie immediately covered her little butt and put some distance between herself and Shen Cang, pressing her body against the wall, glaring at him angrily: "You can go to jail for hitting a child!"

Shen Cang: "You don’t go to jail."

Little Taotie shrank her neck: "Anyway, you can’t hit children!"

Shen Cang with a hard face: "Then you copy legal codes, start copying now."

Shen Cang turned on the brightest light, taking a book on criminal law out of the drawer. "There’s only criminal law here, start with this."

Little Taotie dodged his gaze: "There’s no pen, no paper."

Shen Cang took out paper and a pen from the drawer, "Can you copy now?"

Little Taotie’s eyes darted around, her soft little voice: "You said answering the question would mean no copying. I haven’t answered yet, so I won’t copy now."

"You don’t understand my question, and there’s no need to answer it. You can’t answer it, and you wouldn’t meet my satisfaction."

"I can do it; I can do it. Explain it clearly, and I surely can answer it." Little Taotie took tiny steps towards him, tugging his sleeve, "Head Grandpa, I’m still a child. If you make it too complex, I can’t understand. Could you say it simpler?"

Shen Cang lowered his head, meeting the girl’s bright big eyes, Little Dimple shallow, revealing a tiny sweet smile.

Shen Cang: "Heh, playing cute works smoothly for you!"

Though he feigned disdain, Shen Cang couldn’t resist this routine, cleared his throat: "Alright, I’ll explain it clearer."

"His teammates died, and he went to extremes. When someone came to sow discord between him and the country, he chose to change nationality, which equals treason. Perhaps he has deeper motives, and made a deal to help them complete some tasks, while they captured the liar businessman who caused the tragedy for him to deal with."

"I ask you, if it were you, would you choose to take personal revenge and change your nationality?"

Little Taotie blinked in confusion, not answering but asking back: "Do I seem like such a silly person?"

Shen Cang: "...Yes."

Little Taotie was so angry she almost blew smoke from all seven openings, stomping her little foot on the spot, "Head Grandpa, today is The Start of Winter."

"So what about The Start of Winter?" Shen Cang couldn’t follow the girl’s leap in topic for a moment.

Little Taotie stomped, huffing: "When I get home, I’m going to print a photo of Head Grandpa and stomp it!"

Shen Cang’s face darkened.

He finally realized, this little lass was actually calling him a villain in secret!

The Start of Winter stomping on villains, stomping on one’s own photo, isn’t it the same as cursing oneself as a villain!