She Wanted to Replace Mu Xiyan

Hearing this, Little Fatso's mother opened her mouth in embarrassment, but she still forced herself to open her mouth.

"You have to give me an explanation today. Your son hit our Little Fatty first. Look at the red marks on his body!"

Mu Xiyan looked at her mother in hatred.

"What do you mean?"

"Humph, my family's Little Fatty's spiritual expenditure, as well as his medical and hospital expenses!"

The corners of Yan Chen's lips curled up in a perfect curve as he straightened his sleeves, a sinister light flickering in his eyes.

"Then why don't you let Tian Tian scratch your son's neck?"

"You … "You …"

Little Fatso's mother didn't expect Yan Chen to be so unreasonable. She pointed her finger angrily, but she didn't know what to say.

"Even if you do it every day, so what?"

Yan Chen glared at the woman in front of him, his heart filled with disgust.