Strawberry garden.
Mrs. Chen was lost for words facing nine-year-old Dongdong, and after a while, she reprimanded him: "That's wrong!"
Dongdong lay back in the chair, crossing his legs, making an exaggerated expression, and arrogantly said word by word: "What! Can! You! Do?"
As he finished speaking, Xingxing knelt to offer him fresh creamy strawberries.
Mrs. Chen suddenly breathed rapidly, as if having an asthma attack, under the blazing sun, she was so angry she felt cold all over, can this world still get any better?
Mrs. Chen was not a mere loafer with nothing; she lived in a society governed by law. She enjoyed the benefits of rules and accordingly had to be subjected to certain shackles. Facing the invincible nine-year-old, Dongdong, her once proud rights seemed laughable.
