Mother Xu looked at her precious daughter's bloodied steel-bitten hand and felt unbearably anguished.
"Auntie, look at this ill-mannered little bastard; like mother, like daughter. How could she possibly be Junyue's child?"
Mother Xu wished to pull over An An and fiercely slap her a few times.
However, with Zhuo Zhengxiu present, she did not have the courage to snatch anyone from Zhuo Zhengxiu's arms.
An An heard this aunt again call her a bastard. She knew that these people were here to bully her mom.
"Grandpa, let me go, let me go. You are not allowed to curse my mom..."
The old lady had been observing An An. Narrow chin, not an ounce of fat on her face, nothing alike at all.
"Zhengxiu, are you mistaken? How can this child possibly be Junyue's? Don't be swindled by that wench bringing a brat home and having your head spun."
"Enough, all shut up! An An is Junyue's child. Anyone dares to call her a bastard again, I don't give a damn whose face I will be ignoring."
