Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 3137: Nuonuo Is Still the Most Obedient

If only this little brat could display better behavior, then Senior Sister Liu wouldn't have to scold her. With this thought, she turned her head, shooting the brat a formidable glare.

Startled by the fierce look, the little brat's cries intensified.

"You—"

Senior Sister Liu was on the verge of losing her temper due to the brat's actions.

To treat someone this way right in front of her eyes; who knew how this disciple managed the child in private.

"Enough, get out of here. I will find someone else to look after this child. You are no longer needed here. Go to the front and keep an eye on those men."

Hearing this, Senior Sister Yeen's face drained of color.

Being sent to the front to watch the men—while phrased as supervision, it essentially meant using her allure to tempt them and prevent any unrest.

To be frank, none of those men were attractive; they all resembled withered melons. She had absolutely no desire to be in their company.

However, it seemed that her desires held no sway over her duty. Furthermore, she didn't even dare to voice her reluctance.

"Why are you still lingering here? Hurry up and leave!"

Seeing her remain unmoving, Senior Sister Liu berated her once more.

What a useless waste. Did she truly believe the Saintess Sect housed idlers? Unwilling to care for the brat and disinclined to watch over the men—she really thought highly of herself.

"Yes, I will depart immediately."

Despite her strong unwillingness, Senior Sister Yeen had no alternative but to comply.

Following her departure, Senior Sister Liu selected another female disciple to attend to the crying child. Honestly, the brat was wailing inconsolably, and she had no intention of dealing with such a bothersome youngster.

Fortunately, once the new female disciple arrived and offered some snacks, gently coaxing the child, he finally quieted down.

The other children also gradually ceased their cries.

She let out a sigh of relief before turning to depart, finally able to report to the Revered Master and the elders. Failure to manage these brats would surely result in reprimands upon her return.

...

"The cries of these children are echoing all around."

Little Nuonuo remarked, chewing on his dry rations; he had indeed heard the sorrowful sounds of the children crying earlier.

Precisely, this is the desert, after all. There's nothing good for them to eat. These children are like little treasures at home, nurtured with the utmost tenderness.

They have never experienced such hardship, suffered this way, been unable to eat what they desired, or received proper care. Their only recourse was to cry.

Isn't crying the primary weapon of a brat?

"Nuonuo is well-behaved and won't cry like that."

He patted his small chest, feeling a sense of pride in his own obedience. Moreover, crying in such a manner was truly unappealing and undignified.

If he were the one crying like that, he himself... oh no, he definitely would not cry.

"Your parents didn't give you much opportunity to cry." An Yilu raised a hand to pat Little Nuonuo's head as he said this.

Their Qiankun Bags, generously filled with snacks by Mother and well-stocked by Father—nearly bursting—contained all sorts of provisions.

With food and drink readily accessible, what reason would they have to cry? If they persisted in crying, they would cease to be considered brats.

"Those children are truly pitiful, alas."