Third Young Master Jun's heart tightened, and he quickly rushed over, scooping her up, blanket and all.
He found it amusing to look at her nest-like hair, having been bumped and feeling utterly annoyed, her small mouth pouted to the extreme, enough to hang a few bottles of oil.
"Darn table, so darn mean, it hurt Yiyi's head so much. What if it damaged my super-intelligent little brain? I'm going to take you apart, chop you into pieces," she said with her cute, angry eyes glaring at the leg of the table, her cheeks puffed.
The table felt very innocent, it was clearly she who had bumped into it herself, yet it was being blamed, such a grievance.
"Your head is so hard, it's a wonder the desk wasn't the one that got damaged," Ye Yuan chuckled.
Ye Yiyi immediately glared with rounded eyes, puffing with anger at her mean brother.
