"Let me go!"
Upon hearing the little old man's words, a fierce look flashed across You Libing's face. Today she had really seen what kind of person her so-called uncle was.
Yang Yifeng had stood up for her, but he, on the other hand, was ready to abandon Yang Yifeng and flee alone.
At this moment, You Libing was utterly disappointed. She began to resent why she had to be related to such an uncle, and when she looked at the small elderly man, she saw him as her own enemy!
"You little wench!"
Seeing the usually obedient You Libing talk back to him like this, the little old man was also infuriated. Almost instinctively, he raised his hand to slap You Libing across the face, but just then, a 'whoosh' sound whistled by his ear.
Immediately after, the little old man let out a 'yowch,' crouched on the ground, clutching his wrist and wailing in agony.