"Others will only say that his mother is a mistress," Helan Xiuse said sardonically, "She's a b*tch…"
Helan Xiuse suddenly flashed an innocent smile. "And… she's a sl*t who traded her body for his wealth…"
"I won't let you talk like that about my mom…"
Little Xuan suddenly barreled straight toward Helan Xiuse. He was a ten-year-old child who was overweight. In a flash, he knocked Helan Xiuse over with his strength.
She thumped onto the ground, her hand pressed on a shattered piece of the vase. It pierced through her skin, and her palm began to bleed.
"Aunty Jingyi, Little Xuan is a child, and he can't differentiate between good and bad," Helan Xiuse said, vexed, "Why can't you educate him properly? He's your son, not a weapon you can wield. If you go on like this, even a good kid will be spoiled by you."
