At that moment, she actually saw Mu Yazhe in him!
That cold and arrogant gaze, in particular, was nearly identical.
He pointed to the door and barked, "Get out!"
"Why should we get out?!" She furiously ran her mouth. "Little rascal, your mouth is rather cheap, huh! Your mom is a shameless b*tch, and so are you!"
"Get lost before my patience runs out!"
With his hand still pointed at the door, his eyes glinted murderously. "Don't appear before my mommy again; your despicable presences are nauseating!"
Because of his mommy's teaching that boys should treat girls gently and respectfully, he had never once scolded the opposite sex.
Alas, seeing how mommy was bullied into such a state by these people, he absolutely abhorred Song Enya; how could he, therefore, treat her with respect?
"You! You dared say that about me?!" She was livid and stepped forward with her hand held aloft, intending to give the boy a slap.
However, in the moment that her hand was about to land on his face, the older boy swiftly caught her wrist and held it tightly.
The younger boy was hastily shielded in his mother's arms.
An irrepressible anger rose within Little Yichen at the woman's scathing remark regarding his mother and younger brother!
He held fast onto her wrist as he glared at her.
With a cracking sound, her wrist got dislocated by him!
"Ah!" The woman shrieked bitterly. She held her wrist and stumbled backward to hide behind her brother.
Lu Jingtian exclaimed when she saw her hand. "Ah! Your hand… It's dislocated!"
Her cry caught the attention of Song Yunxi, and he promptly held up his sister's hand for inspection. Indeed, it had been dislocated.
His sister's tears flowed at once as she sobbed in pain.
Feeling heartache for her suffering, he was past caring about anything else and hastily left with her in his arms.
The other woman followed closely behind them.
However, before she left, she glared at Yun Shishi. She wanted to curse her, but the children's chilling gazes trained on her. Cowed, her lips quivered for a bit before she stomped her feet and left with much reluctance!
Only then did Yun Shishi put down her guard and lay feebly on the floor. She bowed her head and stubbornly endured her humiliation and grievances as she bit her lower lip with tears swirling in her eyes.
Why must they humiliate her like this?
Did having power and influence mean that they could demean others' dignity?!
Did having power and influence mean that they could easily trample on others' self-esteem?
Youyou held her shoulders. His heart ached at her sorry state, as if a knife had sliced a bloody wound in it. Even though he was physically unharmed, his heart throbbed painfully.
"Mommy… does it hurt?"
Yichen held her shoulders, too. His eyes were wet from heartache for his mother. Pursing his lips, he hugged her a little tighter.
The younger boy hurriedly rummaged through the drawers for the first-aid kit. Taking out a cotton ball, he proceeded to clean up her wounds carefully.
She bit her lower lip, wanting to do it by herself, but her son evaded her hand. "Mommy, don't move; just stay still."
Only then did she sit still.