Chen Ling laughed out loud and sized her up a few times. She crossed her arms and said, "You don't look like a three-year-old either. Why are you still acting like a three-year-old? Do you only know how to complain to your mother when you encounter something? How embarrassing."
She wasn't afraid! If she was so easily intimidated, she wouldn't have come here.
Yu Miao was trembling with anger. She looked at Chen Ling and said, "You!"
She was about to curse.
However, Chen Ling raised her eyebrows and asked frankly, "Tell me, why did you call me over to take care of you?"
Yu Miao rolled her eyes and wanted to torture her.
She could not let her go just like that.
Yu Miao walked into the house and sat on the stool. She sighed. "My shoulders are especially sore. I wonder if Mom will feel sorry for me."
These words were hinting to Chen Ling to massage her shoulders.
