"Who are you looking for?"
Yang Daiying frowned as he looked at this plain-looking woman who was almost the same age as him, a hint of disdain rising in his eyes: "Who are you? Why are you in my son's house?"
Aunt Wu's face froze: "You are..."
"I am Tingyu's biological mother, and this is his sister. Is he at home today?" Yang Daiying said as she was about to squeeze past Aunt Wu to go in.
But Aunt Wu inside suddenly exerted force and pushed the door outwards, and Yang Daiying, who was caught off guard, was almost squeezed and stumbled.
Then, Aunt Wu's angry curses could be heard from inside the house: "So you are the heartless mother who gave birth to Xiaoyu and then left him alone? Do you know how much Xiaoyu has suffered to survive? How dare you come here? Get out! You are not welcome in this house!"
Yang Daiying was already furious when Si Yang scolded her last time. Who the hell was this old woman who came from nowhere? How dare she boss her around?
Her temper immediately flared up, and she asked Liu Wen behind her to come up and help push the door open.
No matter how tough Aunt Wu was, she was still old after all, and was no match for the two women working together.
She was pushed back two steps, and Yang Daiying took the opportunity to squeeze in through the crack in the door.
Liu Wen hurried to catch up.
"You can't go in! Get out!" Aunt Wu chased after Yang Daiying and grabbed her arm to prevent her from going in.
Yubao is still inside. What if this woman is inhumane and does something against the law of nature? What should we do then?
"Who do you think you are? How dare you pull me? Let go!" She swung her body hard, knocking Aunt Wu over, and she fell into the flower bed that Si Yang had prepared earlier.
"Swish—pop—" Yang Daiying was about to laugh at her for overestimating her abilities when she suddenly heard the sound of something cutting through the air flow.
"Ah! My head..." Yang Daiying covered his forehead in pain.
"Who told you to bully my grandma? You deserve it!" Yu Bao's childish yet domineering voice came from the middle courtyard.
Yang Daiying was sweating from the pain and squinting his eyes to look.
When she saw the little boy pulling the slingshot, her breath suddenly stopped.
Twenty years ago, when she returned to this courtyard, Pei Tingyu was exactly the same as him...
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