Little Squirrel was on the verge of tears. Why wasn't even running allowed anymore?
The Great Demon King forcefully pushed it into its den and placed the notebook in front of it. "Lu Feng, go prepare a pen and a notebook for Little Squirrel. It must learn a hundred words every day, and I will personally check!"
"Understood, Ninth Master."
Lu Feng swooshed out immediately.
Little Squirrel was speechless. Covering its face with its little paws, it felt utterly miserable!
An Yan, trying to suppress her laughter after receiving Little Squirrel's Nth plea for help, reached out and gently tugged at Li Tianyao's sleeve. "Husband, isn't a hundred words a day too much? After all, Little Squirrel is so small! How about fewer?"
Li Tianyao's icy voice suddenly softened. "Then how many do you suggest?"
"How about ten?"
"No way, fifty!"
"Just ten, please!"
"Thirty!"
"Ten, please, husband. For my sake!"
Little Squirrel's eyes darted back and forth, following their voices.
