"Shut up, you little bastard!" Hearing this, Madam Tong lowered her head and shouted again.
No one could figure out where her strength came from, as she lifted Lele with one hand while squeezing his neck with the other.
Yang Chuxia heard her cursing again, her gaze darkened, and her face turned somewhat cold.
Ye Zi'an felt the same; the children at home were his pride and joy, the apples of his eye, and he could not allow them to suffer even the slightest harm.
Yangyang's eyes were red, angrily glaring over, wondering how this person could be so annoying.
"Let go of my brother, I'll let you strangle me," he finally shouted.
"No!" Lele, who was usually indifferent, suddenly had red eyes upon hearing Yangyang say this. He shook his head while struggling and spoke.
"Humph, impossible!" Madam Tong snorted coldly, her hand applying more force.
