"Xi!"
Seeing Mo Chuxi directly fling the buzz-cut boy in his hand, Yan Xinxin screamed in fright.
Although this buzz-cut boy was indeed annoying, if Mo Chuxi threw him like that, he could actually get crushed to death!
But in fact, the scene she feared didn't happen.
Mo Chuxi did fling the stinky kid away, but he measured it just right and flung him straight into the arms of the bald dad.
"Ouch—"
The bald-headed man stretched out his arms to catch his troublemaking son, but the force of impact was too much, and he toppled backward.
Holding the terrified, pants-wetting brat in his arms, the two fell to the ground flailing all limbs in the air.
Mo Chuxi stood confidently and elegantly in place with one hand tucked into his pocket.
The victor and the defeated were instantly obvious.
"Waaah—"
The buzz-cut boy immediately burst into loud tears.
At this moment, his face was ghastly pale!
So terrifying!
Absolutely terrifying!
