The Troublemaker Zhouzhou

Zhouzhou continued her lament, "Why do you treat me this way? Boohoo, I'm so pitiful."

"My life is so miserable..."

Before she could slap her thigh in frustration, Lu Ye, with a darkened expression, hoisted the little chubby girl up.

He suddenly regretted not throwing her out when she first stepped into his house. She was indeed a headache!

No matter how well-behaved a child appeared, once they turned mischievous, they were all the same. This was a sentiment even the brats of Sanqing Temple could agree with.

"Alright," he said, his face stern, "just one round."

"Okay, okay!" Zhouzhou's eyes lit up instantly, and the little ponytail on her head perked up. Seeing her this way, Lu Ye sighed softly. He decided to finish the fight quickly and send her away; he could hardly bear it any longer.

"Here I come!" Zhouzhou shouted excitedly, charging forward with her small pink fists. Lu Ye did not evade but directly engaged, showing no restraint in his strength.