Mo Yan watched Little Fur Ball, who was hanging on Xiao Ruiyuan's arm and relentlessly tearing at his sleeve, with twitching eyes and felt incredibly embarrassed. She pressed against her throbbing temple and whispered sternly, "Little Fur Ball, enough is enough!"
Little Fur Ball, oh no, Mao Tuan, hearing its owner's voice, glanced at her with its round eyes. It hesitated briefly before resuming tearing at the sleeve even more fiercely, determined not to stop until it had ripped the sleeve off.
Seeing that it wouldn't obey, Mo Yan stomped her foot and rushed over, trying to pull it off by twisting its ear. However, this little rascal loosened its mouth but its sharp claws were deeply hooked into the fabric, refusing to retract them.
Whenever Mo Yan applied a bit more force, it would deliberately pretend to be in pain, wailing pitifully one cry after another, making it impossible for her to bear using more force.