The fear and anxiety of the past few days had left Tutu miserable for who knew how long. She could neither sleep nor eat properly, terrified that she would be driven off Little Mountain Peak and never see her beloved Eldest Senior Brother again.
Only after hearing Ouyang's promise did Hu Tutu finally feel completely reassured. As her tension eased, it immediately turned into sobs.
How could such a tiny person have so many tears? Ouyang wiped and wiped until his sleeves were soaked, yet Tutu kept crying. It was easy to imagine just how frightened she had been these past few days.
Faced with this, Ouyang did nothing except patiently wipe away Tutu's tears, gently cleaning away her tears and snot.
"Third, put that Recording Stone away and go make something to eat. Tutu will be hungry once she's cried enough!" Ouyang cast a glance over and spoke irritably.
Chen Changsheng awkwardly put away the Recording Stone in his hand, chuckled, and turned to enter the kitchen, tossing the Dachshund Liang Zai and Bie San out of it.
Leng Qingsong had no patience at all for crying children and was even somewhat at a loss. Fortunately, his elder brother was there soothing her; otherwise, he would not have known what to do.
Seeing that there was nothing for him to do, he turned and went back onto his roof to reinforce the roof of his room again.
Only when Tutu was sniffling and rubbing her eyes, clearly having cried enough, did Ouyang pick her up and say with a smile, "Are you made of water, little one? How did you manage to cry for so long?"
"Eldest Senior Brother! I hate you!" Having finished crying, Tutu nestled coyly in Ouyang's arms, not daring to lift her head.
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