Little Mo Chenxi felt a blackness before his eyes, followed by a very strong perfume scent.
He shook his little head dizzily and then stood firm.
"Brother, brother, are you okay?"
"Damn! Where did this little brat come from! You've dirtied my dress!"
Little Mo Chenxi felt the voice was a bit familiar. He looked up and his big eyes widened.
"Wicked Aunt!"
"What?"
Yan Zhirou, who was upset and about to lose her temper, vaguely heard someone seem to be scolding her. She suddenly lowered her eyes and only saw two kids wearing little yellow hats.
"Who are you! Where are your parents! Get your parents over here... Damn! They dare to run away!"
Yan Zhirou was angrily scolding the two little ones but suddenly saw them running away!
"You stop right there! Someone come quickly! Catch those two little brats!"
She pointed furiously at the two small figures running away.
The socialites invited to the event whispered among themselves as they watched the angry and uncomposed Yan Zhirou.
