The women, who had calmed down because King of Film Xu had agreed to compensate, were enraged by Cheng Lu's words, raising a ruckus:
"If your child hadn't smashed mine nearly to death, how could he have broken his toes! Your child must have used all his strength, vicious like a little wolf cub!"
"Exactly! If you had admitted it, that would have been fine, but you even deny it!"
"Which child has such strength? A light smash and it breaks toes?"
"Who do you think your child is? A little star on TV?"
"Even the feats of strength of the little stars are done by computers in post-production, not real strength!"
In the midst of the clamor, Little Taotie was carried back by Tian Leran, Tao Mo, with a leg brace on, followed behind his spouse, and Gu Yixing trailed at the end, dragging a shovel.
"They're back!" Cheng Lu let out a sigh of relief and looked at the shovel.
Thankfully, thankfully, there was no blood on the shovel.