Abbie merely shrugged nonchalantly, "Lulu, you've become so silly again. There is no such thing as a 'Bear Grandmother' in this world. I was just tricking you."
"You... Abbie, you're mean!"
Just as Lulu had stopped crying moments ago, it looked as though she was about to cry again.
Abbie spoke indifferently, "Let's go, let's go down now. If we hurry, we can still catch that half piece of strawberry cake. If we're late, I'm afraid the servants will have cleared it away."
Upon hearing this, Lulu immediately held back her tears.
She moved her little short legs and ran downstairs.
Abbie, in an all too casual manner, followed her, his face showing not a trace of guilt.
The subordinates in black watched, feeling that this kid was too dreadful.
Such a young age, and yet he bullied his even younger sister so heartlessly, utterly lacking in scruples.
Yet, everyone inadvertently overlooked one thing.
While little Lulu was young, Abbie was not much older than her.
