Fan Zijin ruffled Little An's hair as he slept soundly. He stared blankly at the bruise on his cheek for a while. It was obviously a mark left behind by a punch, but fortunately it did not land on his face. Otherwise, it would perhaps hurt his bones.
Little Madam Xia sat at the side and wiped her tears. "Those foreigners are too much. Master, are we just going to let it go?"
"Didn't you hear the kids say that the two Westerner children were more seriously injured than them? It's inevitable for us adults to appear aggressive when we go to settle scores with the two injured children." A cold glint flashed across Fan Zijin's eyes. "However, I'm more than happy to deal with the adults in their family."
Little Madam Xia's eyes lit up. That's right, those Westerners were asking her husband for help now.