"Awooooo!!"
Nannan wailed, begging for mercy, begging not to be shed! I want my fur! My cute and soft blue fur...
The maid stood awkwardly aside, finding it strange that this Little Fatty Tiger could have such a good temper given how this little ancestor bullied it all day.
Is this still a tiger?!
"Young master, you better not do that again. If the eldest young madam sees it later, she'll be heartbroken again..."
So nagging!
Chennchenn frowned his little eyebrows. He couldn't understand why Mom liked this chubby tiger so much. Isn't he cuter than the fatty tiger?
Why?!
Mo Yaochenn grew more jealous. His dark pupils sparkled brightly as he straightened up, "I'm hungry. I want to eat dragon fruit!"
"Uh, alright," the maid quickly nodded, "Young master, wait a moment. I will go cut it right away."
Chennchenn saw her turn around and leave, and instantly revealed a mischievous little devil-like expression. He grabbed Nannan's ear, "Freedom! Reform! Bala bala shedding!"
"Awo..."
