Ning Xia hadn't expected Little Fatty's mother to lash out without asking any questions. Her eyes narrowed, and she instinctively pulled Bo Lele behind her, avoiding the slap.
Bo Lele, as if he had seen adults this frightening before, clutched at Ning Xia's clothes, his body quivering.
Ning Xia gently patted his back to comfort him, then looked up at Little Fatty's mother with a grave and serious expression, "Madam, it was your son who first spoke rudely, and he was the one who poked Lele first. It's certainly wrong for Lele to hit him, but your son is not without fault either. You're going too far by hitting a child without even asking."
Little Fatty's mother laughed as if she had heard the funniest joke, "I only saw your son hitting my son. If he dares to hit my son, I'll make sure he regrets it!"
