Ou Lan rubbed her previously injured neck and coldly glared at Zhan Anqi, who was lying on the ground unable to struggle, "You asked for it yourself, what a piece of work you are, trying to bully your sister-in-law the moment you meet, and now you've knelt down, haven't you?"
Zhan Lingtao still remembered his aunt's affection for him since he was a child, so he went forward to help her up, but Zhan Anqi couldn't stand up at all by herself, and he, a five-year-old, couldn't help her up after several attempts, so he decisively gave up.
Although he gave up helping Zhan Anqi, his words were relentless, "Yes, Auntie, Ou Xiaolan is right, it was all your own doing. You hit Ou Xiaolan and even kicked her pet, you deserved to be hit."
With a miserable face, Zhan Anqi seemed to have suddenly fallen into the abyss of life today. She looked at Ou Lan, then at Zhan Lingtao, and finally, sadly looked towards her own mother, crying and calling for help, "Mom—"
