Everyone who had just witnessed Xuanyuan Yu's violence against Prime Minister Yun was speechless.
The little packrat probably didn't see the tyrant's terrifying appearance when he was violent. That was why she was deceived by the tyrant's gentle face.
Most importantly, this big tyrant was too shameless. He actually raised his arm in front of the little packrat and complained that his hand hurt, asking the little packrat to blow on it.
"Aiyo, the big bad egg hit my hand with his head just now. My finger hurts."
"Ah… then Sweetcake can blow on Old Fish. It won't hurt anymore." Little Sweetcake didn't understand the medical theories that Bun had learned. In her understanding, blowing on the wound could really relieve the pain.
"Alright, blow for me."
As the little packrat spoke, she puffed up her pink cheeks and exhaled seriously at Xuanyuan Yu's hand.
