The packrat was too young to treat these words as a joke. She would not laugh them off. Instead, she would really think about whether she was a little evil spirit. Why did these children say that when she had clearly not killed anyone?
She would really be hurt by these words.
Previously, she had been called a little evil spirit by these children for a long time. She had been insecure and had even had one or two nightmares because of this. She clenched her fists and muttered that she was not a little evil spirit.
At this moment, her little face was pink from crying. There were beads of tears hanging on her long and dense eyelashes. She was a small ball. She pouted her small mouth aggrievedly and her big red eyes were red. Anyone who saw her would want to protect her.
Perhaps because she had cried too hard, even her voice had changed, like an injured kitten.
