Xiao Ye angrily said, "This is my ball, I don't want him to play with it."
The woman glared at Xiao Ye, "What's wrong with you, child? How can you be so immature?"
Upon hearing this, Luo Qiao was displeased, pushed through the crowd and stepped forward. Before anyone could react, she lifted the ball up, taking it out of their hands.
Before they could react, Luo Qiao steadily caught the ball in her hand, "Son, come over here."
Xiao Ye walked over admiringly, "Mom, you're amazing."
Luo Qiao glanced at her son, "For someone who practices martial arts, why were you wasting words over your own ball?"
Xiao Ye muttered, "Didn't you say learning martial arts is fine, but you can't use it to bully others?"
Luo Qiao heard him clearly and said, "I told you not to bully others, but I didn't say you can't defend yourself when others bully you."
The woman next to them finally reacted, "Who are you, just coming over and snatching things?"
