Hey, if you're going to insult someone, you little brat, just insult them. Why did you have to start dishing out area-of-effect damage to everyone?
Her little face aching from the pinch, Yang Xintian pleaded for mercy, "Ouch, Uncle Sun, I was just saying that because I was angry! I wasn't talking about you."
"I'll let you off this once, but don't you dare say such nonsense in front of me again." Sun Dasheng let her go for now.
"Uncle Sun, you've got quite a grip," Yang Xintian said, rubbing her poor little face.
"Of course. Your uncle here has trained before."
"Wow! Uncle Sun, can you help me deal with that scumbag later?" Yang Xintian's eyes were filled with admiration.
"I think you're the one who needs to be dealt with." Sun Dasheng felt the urge to pinch the little girl again. "This is a society governed by law, so don't always resort to your fists like some street punk. After I deal with him, do you want your Uncle Sun to go to jail?"
