Remembering how her parents had just been fighting, Jiajia's resentment suddenly boiled over.
She snatched a rock from the ground and hurled it.
"This is all your fault! If it weren't for you, Mom and Dad would never fight! Just die, you little brat!"
she screamed, crying.
Shanshan had already noticed her.
The instant the rock came flying, she lifted a hand and flicked it lightly.
The rock instantly reversed direction and—THWACK!—smashed right into Jiajia's own head.
Luckily, Shanshan had held back, using only thirty percent of her strength.
Otherwise, the blow would have surely split her head open.
Even so, Jiajia shrieked in pain.
"WAAAH! A monster! She's a monster! Mommy, save me!"
She scrambled backward, crying and shouting.
Watching the little girl bawling her eyes out, Shanshan felt a headache coming on.
'How can a child be so nasty?'
'She's always looking for trouble.'
'I need to find a way to teach her a lesson, so she won't come looking for trouble every day.'
