"What a beautiful evil spirit... even prettier than the ladies in the art troupe," Bu Guo thought. She swallowed hard, staring unblinkingly at Deng Yuyuan's face, almost forgetting to cry.
In her eyes, Deng Yuyuan was vibrant and alive. Bu Guo couldn't articulate the feeling, but she instinctively felt that Tuantuan and her mother were very different from everyone else.
Meanwhile, Deng Yuyuan's straightforward and decisive action had awed everyone present. No matter what they thought in their hearts, they had at least learned to respect her on the surface.
"I came today just to pack my things and leave. If you hadn't insisted on throwing my courtesy back in my face, it wouldn't have ended up this ugly," Deng Yuyuan snapped without pausing for breath. She wanted to curse more, but considering the children present, she swallowed the words down for now.
"Hey, your name is Little Guo'er, right?" Her gaze locked onto the little girl in the corner.
