Even though some children might be naturally unruly and might not mean any harm, Xu Xiuxiu had always been extremely tolerant with kids. But today, these children had crossed her line. Song Yuanhuan's leg injury was an honorable one, to be admired, and although it saddened her, she was proud of it. But these kids mocked her pride, laughing at her child. And these children looked older than Song Chengguang, some of them even six or seven years old. Boys at the age of six or seven should start to understand things, yet they egged on the boy and girl twins who couldn't walk to crawl for them. Were they treating her children like pets to be teased for fun?
Thinking this, Xu Xiuxiu's rage felt uncontrollable. If it wasn't for the last bit of reason reminding her she was still an adult, Xu Xiuxiu felt she might have gone up to them and slapped their faces, to teach them a lesson.
