Everyone turned to look and saw a woman appear at the door.
The woman was dressed in gold and silver, looking very wealthy, and had a very auspicious figure. She ran over, and Qian Sui felt the ground shake.
The woman rushed to her son, and when she saw his swollen cheeks and stains on his clothes, she immediately exclaimed, "Oh dear, my good son, does it hurt?"
The thug nodded, and the woman immediately flew into a rage, hands on her hips, roaring, "Who did this?!"
Before anyone else could speak, the boy pointed a finger at Qian Sui: "Mom, it's her!"
Looking at him, everyone thought, "This is the spoiled brat raised by a rich family. He was arrogant and domineering just now, but now he only knows how to complain to his mother. He looks just like a primary school student who goes home to tell everyone on his mother."
The woman was plump, yet she wore a figure-flattering dress and a pair of high heels. Her hands on her hips and her angry roar made her look exactly like Yang Ersao from Lu Xun's book, a perfect example of a thin, languid compass.
Thinking of this, Qian Sui chuckled.
The police station was quiet to begin with, but Chitose's laughter immediately drew everyone's attention.
The rich second-generation thug saw that Qian Sui was still smiling and felt that he was being looked down upon. His temper flared up again, and he pointed and said, "Mom, it was her, it was that little bitch who hit me."
The woman glanced at Qian Sui, and was taken aback at first. This little girl didn't seem like the type to be able to beat up her tall, handsome son. But since her son had spoken, she naturally couldn't not protect him. She immediately gave Qian Sui a disdainful look, and then, adopting the attitude of a noblewoman, said, "Sure enough, at such a young age, she has the appearance of a vixen. She's obviously no good."
Upon hearing this, the Emperor lowered his gaze.
Behind where she and her master lived was a fox den, and the foxes inside were all incredibly beautiful. Moreover, in ancient mythology, fox spirits were described as having unparalleled beauty. Putting aside other derogatory terms, one thing is certain: she was acknowledging that you were good-looking.
Thinking about it this way, Qian Sui felt much more at ease and gave the woman a simple, tilted-head smile: "Thank you for praising my good looks."
Everyone: "...?"
Everyone else at the police station burst into laughter; the little girl was not only beautiful but also quick-witted.
What kind of thought process is this?
The worst thing you can do when you're insulting someone is when the other person doesn't take you seriously. If you do that, it's like punching cotton – it's not satisfying at all, and it even backfires, leaving you feeling incredibly angry.
The woman's fat face trembled with rage. She pointed her fleshy finger at Qian Sui and stomped her foot, saying, "As expected, she has a sharp and mean face. At such a young age, she is already so disrespectful to her elders. She is an ill-mannered and uncultured little slut!"
Her face was full of scars, and her eyes were fierce. The police officers who were watching all thought that if there weren't other people around, this woman would probably have stepped forward and torn the pretty girl to pieces.
Even the female police officer standing by was startled and hid behind her colleague. But when she looked at the girl, she remained standing there without changing her expression. Her expression was neither fearful nor arrogant; rather, it seemed that she didn't take the loud-voiced woman in front of her seriously at all.
If it were someone else, they would either get angry and talk back or be scolded so badly that they would be powerless to retaliate and then burst into tears. A girl as young as Chitose would naturally be timid in this situation.
But Chisui's reaction now is beyond everyone's expectations.
This girl is no ordinary person.
On the other hand, the more Chisui failed to react, the more agitated the woman and the group of thugs became.
The woman was so angry she jumped up and down: "What did your parents raise you like?! You heartless little bitch, you beat my child like this, you are so despicable, you, you, you, you will die a horrible death! Judging from your appearance, your family's financial situation must not be very good either. Judging from your appearance, you must usually rely on begging men for money by acting cute."
A string of vile insults gushed from the woman's mouth, her spittle practically spraying everywhere.
The sharp, loud voice made the lights in the police station shake.
The other officers at the police station couldn't stand it anymore and stepped in front of Chitose to protect her, saying to the woman, "Madam, this is a police station, please don't make a scene."
But the woman was unmoved and said to the policeman, "Who do you think you are? Do you even know who I am? How dare you block my way? Believe me or not, I'll raze your entire police station to the ground!"
Chisui didn't react to what was said earlier. Her master had taught her not to pay attention to what irrelevant people said.
However, this woman even swore at the police, which was going too far, especially since the police officers had said they would help her find her family.
She raised her slightly lowered eyes, and the innocent and pitiful look that had always touched people's hearts was no longer there in her eyes. Instead, a cold and aloof temperament appeared in her face, in addition to her soft and innocent appearance.
“You,” she suddenly spoke, her gaze sweeping coldly over the woman, “are the ill-mannered one.”
The woman was stunned by the coldness in Qian Sui's eyes. She was stunned for a long time before she came back to her senses. She opened her mouth, but found that she had lost her previous imposing manner.
Chisui's expression was indifferent. Although she was petite and lovable, at this moment, her small body exuded a chilling aura.
She walked step by step toward the woman, who nervously backed away, asking, "What...what are you going to do?"
Qian Sui said, "What do you think? You yourself said I'm ill-mannered, so should I carry this accusation through to the end?"
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