Mo Chenxi wore a very serious expression on his small face, fearlessly watching Yan Zhirou charging at him. He pulled Chun with one hand and suddenly raised the other!
Yan Zhirou saw the little kid holding a toy gun pointed at her and couldn't help but laugh.
"You brat, do you really think that's a real gun? Using this junk to avenge that little bitch Yan Xinxin!"
"Don't you dare talk about my Xinxin!"
"Yeah! Don't talk about Chun's mom! You, garishly painted monster!"
"..."
"..."
Yan Zhirou and Ye Lirong were both frozen for a few seconds after hearing this.
"You brat! And you, little thing, weren't you supposed to die from a heart condition when you were born? How are you here now? You won't leave my turf today!"
"Stop right there!"
Mo Chenxi commanded, making Yan Zhirou actually pause in her tracks, a bit startled.
But soon, she smirked mockingly, crouching down and approaching Mo Chenxi.
