For Ren He now, a notebook was hardly a big deal; after all, his manuscripts weren't stored on it, and it wouldn't matter much if it broke. But you definitely couldn't indulge a naughty child's temper—otherwise, they would feel a sense of achievement from their actions.
When the naughty child sat on the couch, clutching the gift box in despair, and heard there was more to come next year, he burst into tears.
This was just too much of a grievance; why was everything not going by the script? Why did his cousin have to be so sneakily bad...
He wanted to admit his wrongdoing, but the naughty child's pride compelled him to tough it out—how could he admit his mistake so easily? Naughty children need to rise up!
However, just as he was preparing to throw a tantrum, Ren He already caught the tell-tale signs on his face. He whispered in the naughty child's ear, "Keep messing around and see if I don't stew you into soup."
