The little girl wore a halter dress and a little cap on her head.
In front of her were the servants from the Wen family.
None of the servants dared to oppose Jian Yiling's words. They were scared of making her cry.
"Miss Yiling, please wait here. We will climb the tree and pick the berries for you, okay?"
"Yep, yep. Miss Yiling, we will pick the berries for you," someone else quickly echoed.
"No no no!" Jian Yiling cried out as she shook her head like a rattle: "I want to pick them by myself!"
After saying that, she climbed onto the tree.
Just watching her made the servants feel incredibly nervous. After all, her slim arms and legs appeared quite fragile and weak.
Not after long, Jian Yiling reached a tree branch. She smiled before she declared: "See! I'm amazing!"
Then, she reached out to pick the bayberries.
One by one.
As her hand was too small, she could only hold two to three berries in her palm.
