Mo Jiangye in a Rage

"No, no. He won't." The boy hid behind his mother and pulled a face at Ye Erruo.

"…"

"Trust you to be so calculative toward a kid when you look like a decent person. Don't you feel ashamed at all?" The woman shot Mo Jiangye a disdainful glance before grabbing her son's hand protectively and walking away with him in tow.

His phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously at that. When Ye Erruo noticed this and sensed that he was about to blow up, she turned her head at once and gave the boy a fierce stare as he walked past her. Struck with terror, the boy tripped over himself and, as a result, crashed to the floor.

The boy started bawling as he held his injured arm, which had been scraped by hitting the hard floor.

"Oh, my poor baby. My precious darling."

"Y-You… How could you push him?" shouted the enraged woman accusingly, her furious cry resonating across almost half the floor.

Ye Erruo burst out laughing. "Did anyone see me pushing him?