"My son, they didn't hurt you, did they?" Yan said immediately after seeing Ma Zhicai, her most beloved son, kicked by Zhou Ming, she rushed over to inspect him.
Her action was so hilarious that the crowd burst into laughter again, not caring about her feelings.
"So, you're still a baby." Zhou Ming taunted and looked at Ma Zhicai provocatively.
"Mother, let go of me." Ma Zhicai, full of rage, pushed his mother Yan aside, and charged towards Zhou Ming.
However, Yan held back her son. She knew her son's abilities well - Ma Zhicai was her boy after all.
For years, Ma Zhicai's main job at home was studying, he never did any heavy labour. Zhou Ming, on the other hand, had a much harder life - working in the fields and gathering firewood every day. His body was hard and muscular. The fair-skinned and delicate Ma Zhicai was no match for Zhou Ming.
Yan certainly did not want to let her precious son walk into the face of danger willingly.