"You... you actually dare to hit me?! Who do you think you are to dare hit me!" The woman in the fuchsia dress finally came to her senses, glaring at An Yiqing as if she wanted to devour her.
An Yiqing cast her a cold glance without expression and turned to look at the two little buns, Yu Zifang and Yu Aiyuan. The woman was chilled to the bone by An Yiqing's icy gaze, a sudden surge of fear washing over her, and she abruptly halted, standing there stunned.
"What's going on? Why is Yuan Yuan crying? Don't cry, don't cry, Aunt Qingqing will hold you!"
Little bun Yu Aiyuan's face was already a tear-streaked mess, with tears flowing as if they were free. She was tightly held by the nanny, while little Yu Zifang was glaring angrily at the woman in the fuchsia dress with the look of a little adult.
"Wah... Aunt Qingqing, wah... that woman bullied Yuan Yuan!..." Little Yu Aiyuan sobbed uncontrollably, reaching out to wrap her arms around An Yiqing's neck.
