It was another lazy Saturday, the first day of the Qingming Festival holiday. The drizzling rain one might have expected had not arrived, though the air was heavy with moisture and rain seemed imminent beneath the overcast sky. It was not a morning that left one feeling particularly refreshed.
Yet a little lamb with deep black eyes, soft snowy-white wool, a light, graceful build, and a diaper was exceptionally excited that morning. Its brownish hooves tapped out a clip-clop rhythm on the road as it rushed out of Miss Zhu's private elevator, ran ten laps around the entire Baolong Center, then skipped and hopped over to an elevator in Building Two.
"Baaah!"
When the elevator doors stubbornly refused to open, the little lamb immediately leaped up and rammed them with its tiny horns, hidden in its wool and no bigger than Bugles.
"Baa! Baa! Baaah!" The elevator doors remained completely unscathed, while the little lamb's head buzzed. Feeling unconvinced, it rammed them several more times without hesitation.
After a few blows, its head only buzzed even harder. The little lamb twisted its body and bounced in circles a few times, then bleated loudly at the surveillance camera. It no longer wanted to ram the elevator doors.
Once it turned back into Miss Zhu, it would have someone tear down these elevator doors in revenge.
Just then, the elevator doors finally opened, and Zhang Xinhan stepped out. Smiling, she looked at the little lamb shaking its head as though it wanted to ram anything and everything it encountered.
"Little lamb, come in." Zhang Xinhan had come specifically to pick it up. Both she and the security staff had received a message forwarded by Jin Xiaomei: this little lamb was Third Miss's favorite pet, and the order was that seeing the little