The boy saw the cold look on the man's face and his eyelids twitched as he got an ominous premonition.
When the man began to walk toward his mother, the boy shouted in a fit of rage, "What are you doing?!"
"Since she asked for it, then I'll let her have a taste of the whip!"
"Stop it!" His face turned icy. "Just hit me; don't you dare touch my mommy!"
"What a close relationship between a mother and a son! Truly so close! He he! You bit me so severely; how should I get you to settle this?!"
"Don't you dare touch her!" Mu Yichen's eyes shone brightly. The sharpness in them seemed capable of piercing the man through!
The man was stunned.
Even he was shocked at how deeply protective the boy was of his mother.
The child was only seven years old. Was he not afraid of pain?
Was he not afraid of death?
He was already in such a state, yet he was still trying to be strong?
