Yang Zhen'er walked over, a doubtful expression on her face. She picked up the round eraser on the ground, examined it carefully, then crouched down next to the Little Fatty Girl and moved her hand away from her forehead, "Did it hurt? I'm sure I didn't flick it as hard as the last time."
As Yang Zhen'er examined her forehead, Little Fatty Girl spoke up, "Old Fairy Sister is so accurate. She hit the same spot twice! It's an addition to the previous injury, and the pain has doubled!"
"Xiao Lingdang..." Yang Zhen'er held Little Fatty Girl's chubby cheeks in her hands.
"Huh?"
Yang Zhen'er suddenly raised her voice and spoke quickly, "You lied, didn't you! I didn't hit you at all just now, did I! The eraser stopped right in front of your face, didn't it?"
