Lin Meijie was startled, holding him tightly in her arms while trembling, "Good boy, Chennchenn, good boy..."
Mo Yaochenn grabbed her collar with both hands, pulling randomly, "There's an earthquake! The evil stepmother wants to shake me to death! Help!"
Poof!
The servant heard this and quickly ran out, still holding a packet of salad dressing, "Young Master, what's wrong?"
"Hurry up! Come over here!" Chennchenn waved his little hand at her, the servant leaned over upon seeing him, "Young Master?"
But Mo Yaochenn suddenly snatched the salad dressing packet from her hand and squeezed it all over Lin Meijie's face, "Fire! Down with imperialism!"
"Ah... my eyes!"
Lin Meijie felt a sting in her eyes and quickly closed them. Chennchenn took the opportunity to wiggle his little short legs and slid down from her arms, grabbing her collar without letting go, only to hear a ripping sound —
