Zhang Feng's eyes widened in disbelief.
Because the woman rushed forward to stop Teacher Xiao Yun, she naturally came close to them.
The plump aunt who shoved Teacher Xiao Yun aside didn't notice, amidst her tirade, that Mu Xue'Er, who was held in Zhang Feng's arms, raised her delicate hand high.
"Pia!" She slapped the chubby woman's face.
Then she let out an angry, childish voice: "Don't curse at my daddy!"
Sure, you can call Teacher Xiao Yun a little wretch; it's whatever. You can say Teacher Xiao Yun and my dad are doing something, and I'd even be looking forward to it... cough cough...
But if you curse my dad as a jerk?
Sorry, I, Mu Xue'Er, will have to shut you up!
This chubby woman was stunned too.
She couldn't believe she got slapped by a little girl who's still in kindergarten.
Also, with Mu Xue'Er being held in Zhang Feng's arms at this height, Mu Xue'Er had to bend over and lower her head to slap.
