The little Baozi was drawing intently, but when he was interrupted like this, his little face showed an irritated expression.
His little eyebrows also furrowed.
Sarah Sullivan also frowned.
The family upstairs really has no shame!
Last weekend morning, that man was cursing while playing games, and Sarah had already gone upstairs to reason with him.
What are they doing now?
Like a dog that can't stop eating shit!
Give you some sunshine, and you think you're brilliant?
"Brightan, wait here, I'll go confront them." Sarah changed shoes at the door.
The little Baozi jumped off the stool, paced with his short little legs, and followed along.
He was still holding a toy gun in his hands.
Obviously worried Aunt Sally might get the short end of the stick, he wanted to protect her!
"You're such a little gentleman."
Sarah smiled.
The two headed out, got in the elevator, and went upstairs to the next floor.
"Knock knock knock," Sarah rapped on the door.
