The man's condescending words reached the ears of everyone present. Zhao Youlin cocked her eyebrows and looked back while still stepping on the woman. She saw a bald man, who simply looked like an enlarged version of the little fat boy, walking up to the frightened child. He held the child in his arms and coaxed him in a low voice.
The woman who was being stepped on by Zhao Youlin's feet heard this voice, and her eyes lit up slightly. She took advantage of the gap when Zhao Youlin's attention was drawn by the man, using both her hands and knees, she broke free from Zhao Youlin's feet. Almost rolling and crawling, she rushed towards the middle-aged man.
"Honey, Honey, you have got to stand up for me!" The woman's wailing was shrill and ear-piercing. Those who were present could not help but frown and look uncomfortable when they heard it.
