The Tyrant Father’s Pampered Daughter

When the cage was opened, the tigress lying in the corner moved.

The surrounding students immediately let out panicked cries.

Gu Nuo’er said in a soft voice, “Big meow, you have to be good. Don’t scare everyone.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the tigress lay back down obediently.

Her round ice-blue eyes were as cute as a kitten waiting for its master’s pity.

Gu Nuo’er carried the little white tiger in her arms.

After receiving the little master’s hug, the baby tiger immediately rubbed its head against Gu Nuo’er.

It was so happy that it placed its limbs in the air and let out a childish howl.

Its round ice-blue eyes would glance at Ye Siming from time to time.

Ye Siming probably sensed the little white tiger’s provocation and looked down, crossing his arms and sneering.

He could kill one of these with one hand easily.

If it wasn’t because he was afraid that the child would cry, he would not have held back.

However, because Gu Nuo’er and Ye Siming were standing very close to each other, the little white tiger saw that Ye Siming was ignoring it.

It actually stuck out her head and bit Ye Siming’s sleeve.

It was not afraid of Ye Siming’s dangerous aura. It bit his sleeve and shook its head a little, letting out a howl.

This person snatched its little master! Bite him!

When the tigress saw from the cage that her son was provoking the big shot, she stood up anxiously and paced back and forth uneasily.

The surrounding students couldn’t help but move a little closer and were full of exclamations as they looked at the little white tiger in Gu Nuo’er’s arms.

“Princess, your little white tiger is so cute! If only I could have one too.”

“I want to touch it. Does it bite?”

Gu Nuo’er smiled sweetly and stroked the little white tiger’s head, introducing it happily to her classmates.

She didn’t notice that the baby tiger in her arms was just short of tearing a hole in Ye Siming’s sleeve.

In the end, Ye Siming couldn’t take it anymore. He gritted his teeth and reminded, “Gu, Nuo’er, this cat is too presumptuous.”

Only then did Gu Nuo’er turn her small face and look at the little white tiger that was “fighting” with Ye Siming’s sleeve.

Her laughter was crisp as she saved Ye Siming’s sleeve with her small hand.

“Little meow, you can’t be so rude. Hurry up and apologize to Elder Brother Siming!”