The little fool, who had been on alert and prepared to defend, suddenly charged over like a cannonball, standing in front of Yuan Chun, "Don't hit pretty sister. If you want to hit someone, hit me. I'm a man; I'm not afraid of getting hit."
That handsome, flawless face was uneasy yet carried a trace of unyielding strength, facing the devilish sister-in-law in his mind.
Zhao Dongxiu, who was already furious, lost her rationality and slapped the little fool across the face.
It was the first time the little fool had been hit since he grew up. Tears streamed down his face from the pain, yet he stubbornly stood in front of his pretty sister.
The little companions, seeing the little fool being hit, were so scared they started crying out loud.
Two of the smarter ones ran back crying to call for adults to help.
