The Troublemaker, Bu Fang

"You stupid brat! What's the use of having you here?! I've only asked you to buy some ingredients, and it's okay if you took slightly longer! But look at what the hell you bought back?!"

A shrilling voice resounded from the kitchen, causing many of the diners to squint their eyes involuntarily. This sharp voice was really too high-pitched, causing tremendous discomfort to the ears of ordinary people.

What accompanied the shrill voice was an anguished wail of a little girl. That voice seemed somewhat familiar to Bu Fang, causing him to frown inadvertently.

That voice... Was it that little girl's voice?

"What happened there?" Bu Fang gently asked the waitress who was pouring tea for him.