Yingying's father scoffed, "Looking at how this tree trunk is about to break..."
Before he could finish his sentence!
"Crack," a crisp sound!
The branch, unable to bear the weight, split apart, and Cloud did a free-fall from the tree, hands held up, butt downward, and "duang" landed on the grass.
Actually, there was no sound when landing on the grass, but after Cloud's chubby butt hit the ground, it turned from a ball into a pancake; and then, with its limbs raised while flattened, it quickly bounced back to its original shape, appearing to be very elastic.
Cloud rolled on the grass, then casually got back up as if nothing had happened.
Looking at the tree, it felt a bit displeased.
It had just been sitting there, enjoying the view and having a good time when it suddenly fell down.
"Not very sturdy, are you? I didn't even put much effort into it, how could you break just from me shaking my little feet up there?"