"Baby, baby..."
This voice...
How does that saying go? Narrow paths for enemies. I didn't expect that mother and son to also be on this flight to the Imperial City.
"Baby, don't cry, don't cry. Did you hurt yourself?" The middle-aged woman hastily helped up the little boy.
At the same time, a middle-aged man strode over, aggressively pointing at Fang Hui's nose, "Why did you hit my son?"
The middle-aged man was at least 1.9 meters tall, broad and heavy-set, with that beer belly, looking like a small mountain.
Fang Hui, standing at 1.75 meters, seemed a little overshadowed in front of him.
An Ran: "..."
Truly, birds of a feather flock together. The three of them have quite the knack for creating trouble, each more skilled than the last.
Fang Hui shrugged it off, raised the bag in his hand, "I just saw someone sneaking away with my Young Madam's bag, and I was merely taking back what's hers. As for anything else, with which eye did you see me hit him?"
