Before Huo Chengche could say anything, the little boy, seeing Mu Shuren's terrified expression, reached out his chubby little hand and grabbed Feng Cui as she passed by.

Feng Cui was really heading towards Mu Shuren; she had even raised her hand when suddenly, with a "whoosh," she was pulled back.

She even turned halfway around, and Mu Shuren, whose face was pale, was nowhere to be seen. When she looked up, she only saw a pink and cute little face with a fierce look!

Just as Feng Cui was suddenly pulled back and was still in a daze, that pink and chubby little face spoke, its voice sweet and childlike:

"What are you doing! You can't argue with Aunt Mu, so you resort to violence! My father said that hitting people out of anger is something only bandits do. How can you be so bandit-like? You're not ladylike at all!"

The little dumpling pouted, put his hands on his hips, grabbed Feng Cui's clothes with one hand, and held onto his elder brother's shoulder with the other. He stood up with his little feet on Huo Chengche's arm, looking very imposing, and his little voice was both cute and fierce.

Feng Cui stared dumbfounded at the chubby little pink dumpling in front of her, blinked, and then looked at the little hand tugging at her sleeve. Her head went blank.

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