"Forget it, Aunt Gu. Actually, I’m also at fault. If I hadn’t spanked Li Mumu in public earlier today, she wouldn’t have thought of retaliating against ." Bei Mo scratched his head.
Oddly, he didn’t want that wooden-headed Li Mumu to be punished by her mother.
After all, she’s already cried so miserably, which shows that deep down, she feels truly guilty.
Chongchong firmly refused, "No way, Li Mumu must be punished."
After speaking to Chenchen, Chongchong imdiately glared at Li Mumu, "I’ll give you one week to write ’Brother Bei Mo, I’m sorry, please forgive ’ a hundred tis!"
A hundred tis...
That’s a lot...
But Li Mumu didn’t negotiate at all, she lowered her head and nodded silently.
Bei Mo looked at the little girl, slightly frowned, wanting to say sothing, but seeing Chongchong’s indisputable expression and the King who didn’t dare to speak up, he couldn’t help but sigh.
Although Aunt Gu usually seems gentle, she basically doesn’t allow anyone to object to what she decides.
Even the King sotis doesn’t dare to object.
...
Writing "Brother Bei Mo, I’m sorry, please forgive " a hundred tis is easy for teenagers but for Li Mumu, who’s less than four years old, it’s way too much.
Poor little girl couldn’t even hold a pencil properly, and the characters she wrote were crooked, each looking like it had been beaten to pieces, amusing anyone who saw it.
Li Mumu gritted her teeth and continued to wave her sore and painful hand to write.
She’s already written it twenty tis, eighty more to go!
Keep going!
By the ti she reached the thirtieth ti, the delicate fingers of the little girl were rubbed into a blister by the pencil.
But as if she felt no pain, she continued wielding the pencil.
Under the friction of the pencil, the blister broke and pus began to flow.
"Hey! Stop writing!" Bei Mo finally couldn’t bear it anymore and shouted, snatching the pencil from her hand.
"..." Li Mumu acted as if she hadn’t noticed he snatched her pencil, lowered her head, and pulled out another pencil from her backpack.
Then, continued writing.
"Li the wooden head!" Bei Mo kept snatching the pencil from her hand, "I told you to stop writing, can’t you hear ?"
"..."
Ignoring him, Li Mumu again found another pencil.
"Damn it!" Bei Mo angrily slapped the table, not only taking her pencil but also her entire backpack.
He wanted to see how she’d continue writing without a pencil.
Li Mumu lifted her eyes to glance at him, with red eyes, but instead of getting angry at him, she got up to walk towards a friend not far away.
"Zizi, could you lend a pencil? I’ll give you a new one tomorrow."
"Of course." The girl nad Zizi opened her pencil case without hesitation and let Mumu choose.
Just as Li Mumu was about to reach for a pencil, Bei Mo’s voice ca by her ear—
"Listen up, whoever dares to lend a pencil to the wooden head, I’ll beat them up!"
Upon hearing this, the kids imdiately trembled and quickly hid their pencils.
Even Zizi was frightened, hesitantly touching her pencil case, "Mumu, maybe you should just buy one from the store..."
She feared being hit by Bei Mo too.
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