"You—" Du De watched the child run, and her temper, if possible, flared up even more. She pursed her lips and chased after him. However, before she could get any closer to the kid, he slipped down and fell. Seeing this, Du De reached out to hold him but stopped just in time.
She looked at the child who was slipping down and viciously pulled her hand back. If this brat got hurt once, he would at least learn to get quiet. He had been screaming and making a fuss for quite some time; her ears had started to get hurt due to all the fuss these brats had been making.
However, just as the brat was about to hit the ground, he was scooped up by a pair of arms.
Startled, Du De looked at the woman in front of her, and when her gaze fell on that familiar face, her expression twisted and became hideous. "You!"
