In another hall, Yun Ran was lecturing Little Sweetcake. For some reason, this little packrat's temper had grown recently.
She caused a ruckus during the day, but it became even worse at night!
Sigh, she just didn't sleep!
She always lost her temper for no reason.
"What's wrong with Sweetcake? Why is she crying? Who provoked her?"
Bai Wan came over and saw the little packrat wiping her tears. Her heart ached as she went forward to ask about the situation.
Yun Ran held her forehead and pressed between her eyebrows, feeling a little helpless. "She's been a little angry recently. She throws tantrums at the drop of a hat."
Other children would be fine if they lost their temper and cried, but her little packrat's temper was extremely destructive.
Just now, with a small fist, she knocked down the stone pillar outside the hall.
It was earth-shattering.
