Including Lin Mubai, everyone at this moment is feeling anxious.
In the midst of such complex emotions, the person sitting on the chair finally made a move. An Nan stood up, went over to Little Jia You, and pulled the other person's cold face into her embrace, whispering softly in his ear, "Jiayou, don't forget what Mom once told you, never get angry at irrelevant people, also, their mouth is on someone else's face, can you stop them from talking?"
Then, feeling the little one's body relaxing, her cold gaze fell on the woman who had just gotten up from the ground: "Have you said enough?"
No shouting, no fussing, no anger, no rage.
Such a response was completely beyond everyone's expectations.
"No, no, no." Huo Bingxuan shouted three times in a row, as if to vent the anger and dissatisfaction in her heart. At this moment, she had none of her usual refined appearance, leaving only ferocity.
