"As punishment for spreading rumors, I'm going to spread the fact that the Xuanyuan Sword calls you Grandma."
Zhao Bai said coldly, and Theresa shuddered.
Wasn't that too ruthless?
Theresa stated one fact, and Zhao Bai threw out another.
An equal exchange.
The moment she was unrestrained, Theresa shamelessly opened her mouth and waited for Zhao Bai to feed her a thin slice of beef.
"It's late now."
Zhao Bai answered mercilessly, "Kids will get indigestion if they eat too much. You can have some tomorrow."
"Hmm?"
Theresa wasn't very good at math.
But didn't that invisibly extend the duration of her punishment?
She deserved it.
Sleep could ease hunger very effectively. Theresa hadn't understood before, but now she had gained an incomparably profound understanding of this principle.
Hunger made people grow.
She lay on the bed, gnawing on the bedsheet, drool pooling all over the floor.
The old Theresa used to hide snacks under her bed, but she hadn't done that in a long time. After such a long period of comfortable living, Zhao Bai had spoiled her rotten. She was no longer enthusiastic about stockpiling snacks; all she needed to do each day was accept being fed.
Without an independent food supply, even her waist felt softer than usual.
Theresa felt miserable.
Waves of fragrance still drifted in from outside. It was too much. The Xuanyuan Sword was such a small child—wasn't Zhao Bai worried she would get indigestion?
I think you're just targeting Theresa.
Today was another day of taking care of children.
New rumors covered up old ones, and explosive news like the dispute over who was the father and who was the mother was gradually suppressed as well.
This was the result of propaganda control.
Theresa ultimately made amends by releasing rumors about herself and