Little Fatty's yelling startled Dou Dou.
She quickly hid her hand holding the axe behind her back and stepped back several paces.
Ghost yells, scares a person to death, is this reaction really necessary?
Dou Dou grumbled discontentedly.
"Wow, I lost my hand, lost my hand..." Little Fatty wailed and turned to run.
"Mama, waah..."
"Ha, going back to find mama." Dou Dou, with hands on her hips, scoffed.
After thinking for a moment, she decided to follow along.
She watched as Little Fatty cried and wailed, weaving through streets, quickly arriving at a nearby park.
There were quite a few parents leisurely strolling around with their kids in the park.
The sobbing Little Fatty rushed directly towards one of the mothers accompanying a child.
The woman, about thirty years old, was wearing a blue dress and scrolling through her phone, while a little girl of three or four nearby was playing, the scene appeared quite warm and harmonious.
"Mama, waah..."
