The little girl was small, about four or five years old, originally very pretty, but now her little face was full of fear, tears welling in her big eyes as she clung to the old woman.
She cried there, shouting, reaching out her small arms to protect her grandmother, using her frail little body to block, not allowing the man to harm the old woman.
The young man was ruthless, as that foot stomped down towards the grandmother and granddaughter, his eyes cold, with a somewhat vicious expression.
If this kid is kicked, how can she endure it? And the old woman didn't seem to be any expert, she was old, and it would be hard for her not to suffer serious injuries.
"Don't hurt her!" The old woman's mouth bled, her forehead full of wrinkles, her hair gray, weathered through the years, she struggled to turn, using her body as a shield beside the little girl.
"Grandmother!" The little girl cried out, tears falling, heart-wrenching.
