Chapter 383 The Bear Kid Attacks

The school was in a transport team, and the children were all grown up, so they didn't need adults to pick them up, and they went back and forth in groups. There were people all along the way, and if there was anything, they would cry out.

Given the enthusiasm and justice of people in this era, few will stand idly by.

After An Zhixia sent the children away, she started to clean up the house without closing the door. She mopped the floor, took off all the bed sheets and threw them into the supermarket washing machine. She wiped the furniture with a rag, and then she drank the warm water.

It was already the end of September, and the weather was starting to get cooler. She rummaged through her wardrobe and took out all the autumn and winter clothes. In fact, most of them were hers, and the children and Fang Yuan only took two sets of clothes that she helped buy.

Children grow up very fast, and the clothes they wear during the Spring Festival are already too small. Fang Yuan only brought a black woolen suit, a military coat, and a sweater and trousers she gave him.

While she was thinking, she heard a series of powerful running sounds coming from a distance. There were many children in the corridor, often chasing each other and playing, so she didn't pay attention to it at first.

But the children ran straight to the door and barged in as if they were at home, and with their dirty and grimy hands they reached rudely for the fruit snacks on the table.

An Zhixia sat on the kang in a daze for a moment, her face slightly cold, and she took out a camera and started taking pictures of them.

The flash lights dazzled the children so much that they subconsciously covered their eyes, but they still put the food on the plates into their pockets with their other hands.

"Hey, what do you have in your hand? Let us play with it!"

“It’s a camera!”

After they finished packing their things, some of them ran towards the camera curiously, stretching out their hands to grab it, while others wandered around the room.

An Zhixia was furious. These children were not very old, only about six or seven years old. They were all very slovenly, and their noses were already snotty before the weather got too cold. The sniffling sound made people feel uncomfortable.

"What are you doing?" Mrs. Deng came over with a feather duster in hand, shouting angrily, "You bastards are so capable now that you want to imitate the bandit leaders? Don't think that we can't do anything to you just because you are young."

As she spoke she waved the feather duster unceremoniously.

The children were not afraid. They all ran out laughing and making faces.

But one of the children grabbed the camera strap and tried to pull it away.

An Zhixia was so angry that she thought she was easy to bully, right? She twisted the naughty boy's ear and twisted it so hard that he howled in pain and let go.

"You bitch, how dare you pinch me!" The child was so angry that he was waving his arms and legs, but his back was facing An Zhixia, and his ear was in her hand, so he couldn't turn around at all.

He used all his strength to kick An Zhixia's calf backwards.

She dodged it easily, and the naughty kid's foot, which was only in its single shoes, kicked hard on the kang wall, causing him to howl in pain again.

"Let me go, you stinky bitch. Do you know who my father is? He can kill you with just one finger..." This naughty kid is so rude. He keeps cursing and it makes people angry.

Mrs. Deng stepped forward and twisted his arms and pushed him to the ground. "Everyone knows who your father is. Isn't he just a bully named Chen San? You are so young and you have learned all your father's rogue skills.

Is this the place you can come to? Come on, let me see how your father kills us!"

The kid's arms were twisted, and he didn't dare to move his legs because of the force Mrs. Deng was pulling him down, otherwise he would definitely be dragged to the ground the next moment. He could only struggle hard with a red face.

"Little Sister Fang, are you okay?" Sister Deng looked An Zhixia up and down and breathed a sigh of relief: "Captain Fang asked me to look after you when he left today, but I was busy pickling pickles at home and was delayed for a while. These kids came to bully us!"

An Zhixia shook her head, watching the floor that had just been mopped being stepped on and made dirty again, while the plate of fruit and snacks on the table were completely gone. If Mrs. Deng hadn't arrived in time, the refrigerator would probably have been completely looted.

This was not the first time for the eight children to do this. Their legs ran very fast and their hands grabbed things very quickly. In the time it took An Zhixia to stand up, most of the things had been looted.

She could only take out her camera and take two photos to pretend.

"I just took their pictures. I'll print them out and post them on the notice board of the family compound. I want to see what these children's parents look like. How could they raise children who can't tell right from wrong?"

Mrs. Deng's eyes lit up, "Sister Xiaofang, did you really take the photo? That's great. Humph, every time we catch someone, their parents won't admit it and instead blame us for bullying their children!

I have never seen such a scoundrel!"

An Zhixia nodded, glanced at the child who was glaring at her, and felt annoyed.

She has always felt that children are a blank piece of paper. Even if they are naughty, playful and gluttonous, as long as they learn and understand etiquette and reason, they can become well-behaved little angels, or at least be lovable, just like the three little ones in the family.

But why do some parents allow their children to take advantage, and then cheer behind them, not realizing that they are cultivating debt collectors in their own family!

(End of this chapter)