"Mom! Like I said, you can't take good care of her.
"This little fellow is delicate and has lots of fussy habits! You had better let me take care of her!" For some baffling reason, our dear Duan Yue did not sleep well last night.
When he closed his eyes, the little ermine would wander before his eyes. He worried about and missed her.
As a result, he had run over without even eating breakfast!
Noble Consort Duan rolled her eyes at her son and slapped away his hands that were reaching for the little ermine. "So stingy! You said you would give her to Mom, yet you're taking her back now!"
Duan Yue looked at his mother aggrievedly: Mom, doesn't your conscience hurt saying this? When did your son say he was giving her to you! Didn't you just snatch her and run when your son said no?
