"Then how old are you now?"

"Four!"

Dorothy panicked, clutching her small blanket tightly, her cheeks flushed red as she stubbornly refused to admit she had wet the bed.

Marcus burst into laughter.

"See? If four years old is a little kid’s age."

"Four years old isn’t a little kid’s age anymore!"

The little crybaby raised her voice, trying her best to prove she wasn't a baby.

Alexander rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming ...