"But what?" the guests huddled around asked with concern.
Ye Siyuan's lips curled slightly, then she quickly masked it.
She vaguely guessed what the middle-aged man was about to say. As she lowered her head, an almost imperceptible cold smile flickered across her lips. Looking up again with a puzzled expression, she asked, "Uncle, but what?"
The middle-aged man shook his head as if burdened by an indescribable secret, which only piqued everyone's curiosity further.
The woman holding her son grew more anxious and said, "What exactly is the 'but'? Did my son bump into the Second Princess and hurt her? My mischievous boy, he really deserves a smack."
The woman hit her son hard twice, making the little boy wail loudly. She didn't stop. Holding her son firmly, she repeatedly slapped his bottom, a sight that made the onlookers wince in sympathy.
"It might have been an accident, and the child has already apologized; please stop beating him."
