Maeve Lane wasn't buying it, "Oh really?"
With that, she directly yanked out a few strands of hair from beside the woman's cheek, making the woman yelp in pain!
"What's all the fuss about? It's just a few strands of hair," Maeve Lane turned to leave, speaking nonchalantly.
The woman wailed a few times, feeling like her scalp was being ripped off!
The little boy, seeing this, pushed past his mom angrily and charged at Maeve Lane, using his head to butt her leg.
But Maeve Lane was not someone he could easily hit. She blocked his head with her hand, and the boy started to hit her with his hands, fiercely saying, "You old hag! How dare you pull my mom's hair!"
The other patrons in the café were startled by the commotion and turned their heads to watch.
Maeve Lane frowned; it was her first time dealing with such a troublesome kid. She grabbed both his hands, "Then you shouldn't have messed with me."
