"Xiao Bai, don't run, let Chuer give you an injection!"
The delicate and sweet voice of a little girl rang out in Mo Yunchen's villa, as a three or four-year-old girl chased after a white fox in front of her, with several servants panickedly following behind.
"Little Miss, don't run, the ground is slippery!"
It had snowed the day before and, although the snow on the ground had been cleared, they were still afraid that Little Miss Mo Yuchu would fall. If she fell, they wouldn't know how to explain themselves.
"Chuer won't fall, Chuer is very strong!"
The little figure, Mo Yuchu, turned around, her delicate and cute little cheeks puffing out slightly, her watery big eyes twinkling playfully. She wore a white knitted hat on her head, clad in a pink down jacket, and on her feet were a pair of red princess shoes, as exquisite as those of a fairy tale princess.
