197 Planning to Teach a Naughty Child a Lesson
Zhao Zhitong, her little face puffed up with anger, thrust out her hand. "He even spat at me!"
Sun Ying sounded very unconcerned. "Oh, it's just a bit of spit. Go home, wash it off, and it'll be fine. Look at you, being so dramatic!"
"My Xiaofeng was pushed to the ground! Come, let Mother see. Are you hurt? If you're hurt, we'll make them pay!"
Just then, Chen Xiaofeng raised his head, looked at Zhao Zhitong and the others, and flashed a smug smile. His gaze then fell on the little fragrance bag hanging from Zhao Zhitong's waist. His eyes instantly lit up. He pushed Sun Ying aside, ran to Zhao Zhitong, and snatched the little fragrance bag from her sash.
"Wow, what's this? It's so pretty and smells so good!"
Zhao Zhitong snatched it back, her voice sharp with anger. "Why are you so rude? Didn't your mother teach you that taking things without asking is stealing? You little thief! Thief!"
