He let out a hearty laugh, "Little friend, don't play with balloons like this in a busy square. Even though they don't hurt, if you hit someone, it can still make them unhappy, right?"
Doudou nodded obediently, aware she had done something wrong, "Uncle, I'll listen to you and won't play with it here in the square with so many people anymore. Can you give me back my balloon?"
She looked at the balloon which, although not worth much money, was indeed very fun and had been sold to her by a pitiful young lady, full of hope.
The man laughed loudly, "Not bad, girl, you're quite well-behaved. Alright, I'll give it back to you."
He held the balloon and slowly brought it in front of Doudou.
Doudou exclaimed excitedly, "Thank you, Uncle!"
Just as she was about to take it, suddenly, the man's large hand squeezed it.
Pop!
The balloon exploded right in front of Doudou.
Though Doudou was Heroine Babe and already quite skilled, she was, after all, a five-year-old little girl.
