"Mother~"
Just as Ye Qingtang was frowning, a soft voice suddenly came from the bedroom. The little black ball which shuttled back into the bedroom earlier on directly seized the little lightning dragon's body. Rubbing its sleepy eyes, it ran to Ye Qingtang's side with tiny steps.
"Mother…" The little dragon man clutched onto the edge of Ye Qingtang's clothes and glanced at the haphazard place. It frowned immediately and swept a look at the white tiger before looking at Ye Qingtang. "Mother, that is not a good thing. Look, it made this place into a mess."
The white tiger looked at the little dragon man who had no sense of shame. "You are a good thing."
Ye Qingtang rubbed its temples vexedly.
"Why are you making a din at night?"
Could it be that it was provoked when it ran out of the house?
