"Tang yuan, I've told you many times, you are fatter than the bear, you can't sit on its bottom."
"You're both friends now, you must love each other, understand?" Bai Zhi'er lectured, tugging the panda's little ears.
Tang yuan held bamboo in its paw, eating with abandon, its belly covered in crumbs.
I don't know if it listened to her or not.
Bai Zhi'er walked over to Lu Wang.
She squatted down and gently patted its head.
"I know you're feeling wronged, Brother Lu Wang," Bai Zhi'er said softly.
Just now she was sticking window decorations with the palace attendants.
Then she heard Lu Wang shout, "Get off!"
All the nearby little palace attendants heard it.
They all looked around puzzled—
"Who's talking?"
Bai Zhi'er immediately recognized it was Lu Wang, and chased him inside to take a look.
Turned out Tang yuan was trying to sit on Lu Wang's head.
Lu Wang, now small-sized, was nearly crushed by Tang yuan.
Panicked, he had to curse at it.
