Chapter 684: Dancing Princess vs. East Factory Admiral 44
Quan Jiu knew what he really wanted to ask, and pursed his lips:
"dislike."
This is not a lie.
Most children like to cry and make a fuss. When they get angry, they become arrogant and unreasonable, and their noise hurts people's ears. She really doesn't like it.
Except for her little grapefruit.
Shen Lang's eyes flickered, but he said nothing and just held her hand tightly.
Quan Jiu took a nap, and between being half awake and half asleep, he suddenly heard a loud and shrill cry.
When she opened her eyes, she saw three adults standing not far away, with angry faces. One of them was holding a little boy about eight years old, and the crying sound came from the little boy's mouth.
The little boy had bruises on the corners of his eyes and chin, as if he had been in a fight.
"What a wild child, born of a mother but never raised by her. He's a bad boy, and he'll be a rapist and robber when he grows up..."
The middle-aged woman holding the little boy was wearing coarse clothes, her face was sallow and wrinkled, and her voice was so rough that it could be heard within a radius of ten meters.
Passersby who heard the cursing gathered together.
Another man wore a kerchief on his head and reeked of pork:
"Where are your parents? You must apologize to my son for what happened today!"
Because there were too many people gathered, Quan Jiu couldn't see the scene inside the circle clearly, and could only guess that someone was arguing.
The sun was setting, and she looked around but could not find Naituanzi and Shen Lang.
"I didn't do anything wrong, why should I apologize?"
In the crowd, Naituanzi stood straight and remained indifferent when people scolded him, but his face suddenly changed when he heard the words "Mother gave birth to him, but mother has no one to raise him."
"You hit someone and you still don't admit your mistake?!"
The middle-aged woman looked at her son with a distressed expression.
"You've beaten my Dazhuang into this state, and you still don't seem to repent. You deserve to bully us poor people..."
As she spoke, she began to act silly and cried at the top of her lungs.
"My son, who I carried for ten months and gave birth to with great difficulty, has never suffered any injustice since birth. How could he have met such an unreasonable and evil person like you... My poor son..."
The husband beside her also started to help:
"You're justified in hitting someone? You're unharmed, but my son's face is bruised and swollen. Come on, let's judge who's right and who's wrong in this matter..."
As he spoke, he pushed Naituanzi's shoulder.
The butcher was extremely strong, and no matter how resourceful the little boy was, he was only five years old at the moment. After being pushed by him, he sat down on the ground.
After pushing the man, the butcher did not feel any guilt for bullying the child, and stared down at him condescendingly.
"Go ask around on the street. I, Butcher Liu, am not someone you can easily mess with. If you don't pay for the medical expenses today, I'll take you to the government office right now."
The gravel road was uneven, and Milk Ball sat on two small stones, and his butt hurt every time he moved.
The people around him stared at him curiously, but no one reached out to pull him up. He pursed his lips and his face darkened.
"He was the one who stole my kite first, and he was the one who started the fight first."
"Don't wrongly accuse a good person. My Dazhuang never hits anyone. Besides, what's the point of stealing a broken kite? My family has plenty of kites, so why would he steal yours?"
The middle-aged woman hugged her son and cursed at him.
Butcher: "At such a young age, you lied repeatedly to shirk responsibility."
Passersby who didn't understand the truth were hesitant and didn't know which side to help.
Naituanzi was too lazy to pay attention to the family of three and picked up the kite on the ground. The drawing paper on the kite was torn, revealing the broken skeleton inside.
He looked at the picture of "Family of Three" he had drawn. The two stick figures were cut in half. The little boy's black eyes sank slightly. He carefully touched the kite on the ground, wanting to pick it up. However, one of his feet with muddy soles stepped on the kite at this moment.
“Tear—”
The paper kite could not withstand any tossing and turning. When force was applied at both ends, the kite split directly in the middle. The stickman, which was originally cut in half, was now even worse off, with his head and body split in half.
The milk ball held the stickman's "head" in his hand, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, and he was furious.
"What's so good about snatching this ugly, broken kite? I wouldn't even want it if you gave it to me, bah!"
The butcher spat directly, and the saliva fell on the kite paper and wet the dragon scales.
Quan Jiu walked through the crowd and saw this scene. Naituanzi was sitting on the ground with his eyes lowered, and his expression was the coldest she had ever seen.
Her heart sank slightly, and she strode forward, squatted down, and held his hand, but found that his hand was shaking, his fingers were tightened, and his palm was tightly holding something.
A sharp pain like a needle prickled her heart, and she hugged him in her arms, patting his back with one hand, trying to soothe him.
The boy's chest was heaving, and the dark mist in his eyes slowly faded away after Quan Jiu arrived. He took a deep breath, and his dark eyes regained clarity. Aggrieved feelings gradually appeared in his eyes, and he pursed his pink lips tightly.
"He pushed me."
"They said I was a wild child born from a mother but never raised by one."
"And broke my stick figure."
"He also threatened to send me to the government..."
Naituanzi grabbed Quanjiu's clothes and felt more and more aggrieved as he spoke.
Quan Jiu was furious, but her expression became calmer. She patted Naituanzi's back.
"Look, today mother will teach you how to deal with people."
She stood up, holding her little girl in her arms, and looked coldly at the butcher family who were bullying the weak with their numbers:
"Which hand pushed him?"
The butcher looked at the "man" who suddenly appeared, and caught a glimpse of Quan Jiu's slender figure. A hint of disdain flashed in his eyes:
"Are you his father?"
"I asked you which hand."
Quan Jiu stared at him with cold eyes, and his tone was cold.
The butcher felt a chill on his spine when she looked at him. After making sure that there were no helpers from her around, he regained his confidence:
"I haven't even settled the score with your son for pushing my son, but you're the first one...Ah!!!"
The accusations gradually turned into shrill screams.
Quan Jiu twisted his arm without any expression:
"Since you don't want to tell me, then forget about both of your hands."
“Ah!!! Ah!!!”
There was another crisp sound of bone cracking, and the man's right hand, like his left, fell down limply. He was sweating all over his head in pain and rolled around on the ground.
“Husband!!”
The middle-aged woman knelt on the ground and tried to help him up, but she was too weak to do so.
She could only vent her anger on Quan Jiu, glaring at him with ferocious features:
"As expected, if the top beam is crooked, the bottom beam will be crooked. Your son loves to fight, he must have learned it from you, his father. Just wait, I'm going to report it to the police now..."
Quan Jiu completely ignored the crying woman and raised his hand to touch the furry head of the little boy.
"How else did he bully you?"
Milk Ball looked at the rolling man with a calm face: "He stepped on my kite with his foot."
"It seems that these legs can't be kept anymore."
Quan Jiu stared at the man on the ground indifferently.
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