Sisi initially wanted to reason with this little boy, but the boy's next words nearly made her furious enough to slap him awake!
"Who do you think you are, Auntie? Plenty of people want to be my auntie. Don't flatter yourself!" The boy scoffed, looking at Sisi as if she were a beggar on the street, which was infuriating.
"Oh my, whose kid is this with such a big mouth? And calling himself 'master'? I'll smack you, you little brat!"
Zhang Jie was so angry she laughed, readying her fists and walking over, clearly intending to throw a punch. Sisi quickly pulled her back, shaking her head slightly. An adult hitting a child — even if they were justified, it would look unjustified.
"Mom, what happened to your hand? Who did it?"
Du Du and the others, who had already delivered the flowers down the mountain, returned and immediately saw Sisi's bloody hand, rushing over in concern.
"It's nothing, I accidentally got bumped and fell," Sisi said casually.
