Chapter 17: Does Your Highness's hand hurt?

  It tastes good and looks quite cute, how can it be that no one adopts it?

  "Later, the welfare institute accidentally caught a big fire, and many people were burned to death. I was one of the few who escaped from inside, and then I had no home, wandering around everywhere, and finally settled here. The food and clothes I wear are all given by kind uncles, aunts, grandpas, and grandmas living nearby, everyone is very loving and good to me."

  So she was bullied by those girls in school?

  "Alright, looking at your pitiful state, I'll take pity on you and adopt you!" A certain noble narrowed his eyes, which was probably a smile.

  "Ah?" He? A five-year-old child, adopt her?

  "What's wrong with you! I took you in because I pitied you!"

  "......Thank you, Your Highness...... (heh heh)" What else could she say?

  "Call me Yu."

  "Huh?"

  Xiao Zhengtao was furious, "Bang" clenched his small fist and slammed it on the low table.

  "Bang!"

  He stared blankly at his fragile and worn-out small desk, which was shattered into countless pieces under the "attack" of Xiao Zhengtai.

  Her family's small low table - finally died a natural death.

  She really wants to ask, little friend, does your hand hurt?...

  "Cough cough!" This dead desk is so fragile! How can it be so unendurable?! With a dignified tone, "You call me 'Your Majesty', just call me that, what's with the 'ah' and 'what'!"

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