Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 361 Yanked Out Mr. Clemens' Hair

Micah didn't dare to disturb Mia any further. He let her sit on his shoulders and then pulled out a chair to sit down.

As Noah approached and saw that Micah wasn't harming Mia but was instead carefully consoling her, he began to let his guard down. Micah looked at Noah and said in a peer-like manner, "Are you planning to let your sister sit on my shoulders forever?"

Noah hesitated momentarily before hurriedly helping Mia down. "Mia, come down."

Seeing her brother, Mia felt less scared and cautiously slid down from Micah's shoulders...

Andrew promptly stepped up to assist, ready to place Mia on the chair beside Micah.

"No, I don't wanna sit beside him," Mia protested, her feet not yet touching the floor. "Alright, alright!" Andrew carried Mia to a chair on the opposite side. "Is this spot okay?" "Mhm." Mia nodded, pouting.

Andrew gently placed her on the chair as if he were handling a fragile piece of glass.

After ensuring she was seated securely, he breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had accomplished a major task.

Yet he still guarded her cautiously, fearing she might slip off the chair...

"Mia, are you okay?" Noah asked with concern.

"I'm okay." Mia shook her head. Then, noticing something in her hands, she raised her chubby hands and found a few strands of hair...

"Uh..." Mia looked up at Micah with an innocent look and held out the hair. "Is this yours?"

Such innocence! Andrew's mouth twitched a few times. He was almost beside himself with frustration.

Noah glanced at the hair in her palm and then at Micah, feeling a bit sheepish.

They were definitely in the wrong...

Micah stared at the hair in Mia's chubby hand, his face turning stormy like the looming dark clouds before a tempest...

In his life, who had dared to sit on his shoulders?

Who had dared to yank his hair while sitting on his shoulders?

Who had dared to do all this and then rip his hair out???

Only the plump little girl in front of him....

Sadie, witnessing everything from a short distance, felt a surge of fear...

What were they going to do? How could Mia have ended up on this devil's shoulders and pulled out his hair?

It was all over now. The devil was about to lose it!!!

"What's wrong?" Grandpa Clemens came over and noticed the strands of hair in Mia's hand and Micah's gloomy face. He coughed awkwardly and then offered a feeble consolation. "You have so much hair. Losing a few strands won't matter." Micah narrowed his eyes, utterly incredulous. "Are you really my grandfather?"

"Nonsense!" Grandpa Clemens glared at him. "You're not seriously going to hold a grudge against a three-year-old, are you?"

Micah fell silent. He was tumultuous inside, and his facial expressions were beyond control.

"Sorry. I'm so sorry..." Mia apologized cautiously with her sweet and adorable voice. "I didn't mean to do it!"

Micah looked at her coldly, clearly wanting to get angry, but his anger seemed to quell inexplicably under her soft gaze, unable to flare up.

It was infuriatingly frustrating!

At this moment, the server began to bring out the food, arranging an array of pretty, delicate pastries on the table, accompanied by various drinks.

Mia picked up a pink cotton candy that looked like a little cloud and offered it to Micah sincerely. "Here, for you. Don't be mad!"

Micah shot her a glance. He didn't accept it and instead sipped his drink in silence.

Mia stood up, leaned over the table, and extended the cotton candy to Micah. "I'm sorry, Big Guy, don't be mad!"