"Stop arguing! Madam."
Xaviera Evans rubbed her knuckles, looked at the woman who fell miserably on the ground, smiled slightly, and said softly, "Madam, I really want to help you! Weren't you just scared of ghosts? If I beat you up, you'll find me scarier than ghosts, so you won't be afraid of ghosts anymore!"
"Madam, how does it feel? Aren't you instantly not scared anymore?"
The woman lying on the ground was so angry that her face turned red. Holding her swollen face, she thought this woman looked weak, but that punch just now almost knocked her teeth out.
At this time, her son also reacted, pointing at Xaviera and yelling, "You dare to hit my mom! I won't..."
"Won't let me go?" Xaviera raised an eyebrow, lifted her fist, and since she had already hit the mother, she couldn't let her son off either. She couldn't be biased.
