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In the bedroom, Little White was held and chewed by the young marshal for quite a while before it managed to escape from his clutches.
At the dining table, Jiang Peihua looked curiously at little white, who had his head lowered this morning. She then turned her gaze to her grandson. “Young Marshal, did you bully Little White?”
Ever since she was young, this girl had been afraid of the young marshal. He was so brave that he was as small as a hamster.
As soon as Jiang Peihua finished speaking, the little steamed bun that little white had taken a bite out of with its chopsticks fell onto the table.
Her face turned red. “Grandma, no... No. The general didn’t bully me.”
Little White felt wronged. It was obvious that it had been bullied by the general. For the sake of the peace of the family, it couldn’t say anything.
The general glanced at her slowly before saying casually, “Grandma, I didn’t bully little white in all conscience.”
