What a beautiful little boy, just as handsome as the boys in the comics she bought. Xia Nuo couldn't help but be smitten.
But the boy was too young, looking about eight or nine years old, even too young to be her brother.
Yesterday, I heard Aunt Zhao say that new neighbors had moved in across the street.
It must be them then.
Are they a family of three?
If so, why was the son hitting the father?
Xia Nuo was still pondering this when the woman upstairs, who initially held the boy back, changed her expression immediately upon hearing the man's words.
She put her hands on her hips, and with a cold flick at the corner of her eyes, accentuated by seductive eye shadow, she rudely scolded the man who was still cursing and ready to pounce at any moment, "Bastard, who do you think you're going to kill? I'm telling you, if you dare lay a finger on my son, I'll curse your ancestors for eighteen generations!"
