After Nian Shutong took a step forward, she stood still. On the other side, Xiaoxiao, with her small body, was using all her strength to support the drunken woman, who was Little Ying's mother.
"Get lost!" The woman forcefully pushed Little Ying away, angrily looking at Nian Shutong and Fu Yunhe, guessing they were temporary tenants.
"Get out of my house! I won't rent to you!"
"Mom, don't. Brother and sister didn't—"
"Smack!"
A loud slap landed on Little Ying's face, a clear imprint of five fingers visible.
"Who the hell is making a fuss!"
The man they had only met once shouted obnoxiously, making the drunken woman outside instantly docile, with a tenderness that was out of character.
"It's me, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't make any more noise."
The woman, finishing her words, silently shook off Little Ying, who was trying to support her, ignored Nian Shutong and Fu Yunhe, and went to another room to freshen up.
