The servant was dizzied by Yangyang clutching his head and bashing, resulting in Yangyang also swaying unsteadily on his shoulders.
Yang Chuxia watched with a startled heart, also deeply moved by her two sons' protective actions.
Her sons were too awesome, weren't they?
"Yangyang, come down now, don't fall and hurt yourself," Yang Chuxia stepped forward to grab him.
But the little guy nimbly hopped down on his own, even stepping on the servant's foot as he did so.
"Letting you talk about my mother, think you're so bold?"
Before Yang Chuxia could pull him back, he charged towards Second Young Master Luo again. Second Young Master Luo, for some reason, reflexively ran away but turned his head only to find a child pressing a dagger against his stomach, "Where do you think you're running to? Move again and see if I don't stab you, believe it or not?" The child's face was cold, and so was his gaze—it was a look that should not appear on a child's face.