Ou Lan's temper was like carrying a backpack full of dynamite, just waiting to be lit and blow up on its own.
Stomping down the stairs with a "bang, bang, bang," she stood in front of the little boy, looking down at him with her left hand on her hip and her right finger pointing at his nose, "Who are you calling? Little brat!"
The little Zhan Lingtao rolled his eyes disdainfully, as if to say good men don't fight with women, no, good men don't fight with foolish women.
Watching her two lines of sight, on the left "foolish" and on the right "stupid."
Feeling disdained by a little punk, Ou Lan felt hurt, and her temper inflated like a balloon, her sleeves rolled up ready to hit, but after comparing the size of the two, she lowered her hand.
Forget it, you can't bully a child.
But, this kid really deserved a thrashing, just look at that expression of his?
Zhan Moxiao sat with his legs crossed, leisurely watching the standoff between the two, with no intention of intervening.
