บท 283: The Little Packrat's Style

Yun Ran's eyes were red with anxiety, but looking at her little packrat's appearance now, she found it funny.

As she laughed, tears rolled down her cheeks.

The secret guards were also shocked.

Everyone thought that the roof of the house had fallen down. The change was so fast that they did not have time to fly over to save them. Moreover, there were children inside. Many people would probably be injured.

Unexpectedly, all the children were hiding under the table. Only their delicate little master was standing on the table, holding the plank up to the roof that was pressing down.

Was the little packrat crying? That was impossible!

Not only did she not cry from fright, she even shook her little feet wantonly. She was extremely calm.

"Mother… Old… Old Fish… Sweetcake's hands are so tired!"

When the little packrat saw her mother, grandfather, and the group of secret guards, she began to wheedle in her childish voice.