Mo Chenxi wore a very serious expression on his small face, fearlessly watching Yan Zhirou charging at him. He pulled Chun with one hand and suddenly raised the other!

Yan Zhirou saw the little kid holding a toy gun pointed at her and couldn’t help but laugh.

"You brat, do you really think that’s a real gun? Using this junk to avenge that little bitch Yan Xinxin!"

"Don’t you dare talk about my Xinxin!"

"Yeah! Don’t talk about Chun’s mom! You, garishly painted monster!"

"..."

"..."

Yan Zhirou and Ye Lirong were both frozen for a few seconds after hearing this.

"You brat! And you, little thing, weren’t you supposed to die from a heart condition when you were born? How are you here now? You won’t leave my turf today!"

"Stop right there!"

Mo Chenxi commanded, making Yan Zhirou actually pause in her tracks, a bit startled.

But soon, she smirked mockingly, crouching down and approaching Mo Chenxi.

"What’s wrong? Scared, little burden? Don’t worry, you’ve been my little nephew for five years, your aunt won’t kill you just like that. No need to be afraid."

"Brother’s not afraid of you! Old witch!"

Chun stood boldly behind Mo Chenxi, fearlessly taunting Yan Zhirou with her big glassy eyes.

Yan Zhirou’s face darkened further, glaring angrily at her.

"You little..."

"Shut up, bad aunt!"

Mo Chenxi interrupted, his small face serious.

"My sister’s right, I’m not afraid of you! I called you to tell you that this isn’t a real gun, it’s Xinxin’s pepper gun!"

"..."

Yan Zhirou was dumbfounded by this remark, and before she realized something was wrong, red liquid was already shooting towards her face!

"Biubiu..."

"Ah—"

Yan Zhirou screamed in pain.

The pepper spray hit her eyes, making her wail in agony.

"Oh no! Rou!"

Ye Lirong exclaimed in shock.

"You little brats! Hand over the pepper gun now..."

"Biubiu..."

"Oh! What is this! Ssssss!"

Ye Lirong started wailing as well.

Yan Zhirou raised her hand to rub her eyes but only made things worse.

"Damn! Yan Xinxin’s spawn is just as vile as her!"

She was furious and embarrassed as she stumbled towards the bathroom with blurred vision.

"I won’t let you go! I definitely won’t!"

Watching Yan Zhirou stumble hurriedly towards the bathroom, the siblings exchanged a glance and a sly smile as they slowly pulled a rope taut.

"Ah, ah—"

"Bang!"

Tripping over the rope, Yan Zhirou fell heavily to the ground.

Ye Lirong blundered forward.

"Rou Rou, what’s wrong? Where are you... whoa whoa!"

"Bang!"

"Ouch!"

"Ah—"

Yan Zhirou’s wails echoed again as suddenly Ye Lirong fell on her, causing her whole body to feel like it’s falling apart!

Ye Lirong, almost two hundred pounds, really crushed her!

"Heehee..."

Watching the embarrassing pair, Chun chuckled and covered her mouth with a small hand.

"Sister, come on."

Mo Chenxi reached out to Chun.

Chun quickly reached her small hand over, and the siblings hurried to the door.

"Stop right there! You little devils!"

Yan Zhirou wiped tears from her pepper-stung eyes and pushed Ye Lirong.

"Hurry up and move! How long do you plan to crush me? Get up quickly! Those kids are getting away!"

"Bleh bleh bleh! Bad aunt! Ugly people always act up, that’s why you’re so ugly!"

Chun stuck her tongue out at Yan Zhirou, imitating Mo Chenxi.

"Bleh bleh bleh!"

"You, you... get out of here!"

Yan Zhirou angrily got up and started chasing after them.

"Stop right there, you two brats!"

She shouted.

Everyone in the downstairs hall raised their eyes to see a woman with a blood-red face, tears flowing, in a white dress stained with red wine, chasing two hand-holding children running ahead.

Mo Chuxi suddenly raised his eyes, instantly locking onto the two small figures!