Demon Young Master, Stop Picking Fights

“No, it’s mine!” Meng shouted, lunging for the doll in her hands. As they struggled over it, the doll was torn apart, and stuffing flew everywhere. Yueying angrily slapped the little girl, then tried to grab her by the hair. The girl shoved her away with all her strength. But Yueying stepped on the stuffing scattered across the floor, lost her footing, and slammed hard into the cabinet. Blood began pouring out. The little girl cried in pain, and everyone rushed over at the sound. “Ah! Yueying, what happened to you?” The woman picked up the little girl and hurried downstairs. The servants fell into chaos, some fetching medicine and others calling an ambulance. The little girl stared at the blood on the floor, too frightened to move. The boy came over and hugged her. “Brother, she fell by herself.” “I believe you. Your brother believes you.” The boy saw the pieces of the teddy bear strewn across the floor. He knew it was her favorite. The little girl leaned against him, tears falling without end. Seeing her flushed cheek with several fingerprints on it, and the scratches on her neck, the boy tenderly wiped away her tears.