"Your mom isn't here. How would I know who your mom is?" Yin Xiaofan said with a smile. "Whose son are you?"
"You..." The little boy hadn't expected Yin Xiaofan to say something like this and was momentarily stunned, somewhat at a loss for words.
A little brat picking a fight and trying to make him a follower, cleverly thinking he could pressure Yin Xiaofan was seriously underestimating him.
"Aren't you afraid of my mom retaliating against you?" the little boy said, his face flushing, not expecting Yin Xiaofan to be so shameless.
"Look, there aren't many people around. How would your mom know who hit you?" Yin Xiaofan said, unconcerned.
"But I can prove it, and my mom will believe what I say," the little boy said through gritted teeth.
"Then I'll treat you like a mute and see what you can say," Yin Xiaofan said with a laugh.
