Bai Aiya suddenly turned her head, her eyes filled with a sinister gaze fixed upon the big white goose.
Sensing a wave of murderous intent, the goose flapped its wings and quickly moved to the other side of Ann to create a distance from Bai Aiya.
As its wings fluttered, a few goose feathers drifted down onto the lawn.
Bai Zhou's crying immediately ceased, and with tear-filled eyes, he pointed at the scattered goose feathers on the grass, as if afraid someone else would take them away.
He exclaimed, "The feathers on the ground are all mine!"
"Zhouzhou, those feathers…"
Bai Aiya disdainfully regarded the dirty feathers on the ground, preparing to personally pluck the feathers from the big white goose for her son.
Before she could utter a word, the next moment, she saw her son fall to the ground and meticulously pick up each fallen feather as if they were precious treasures.