Amidst everyone's praise, Yuan Chun returned home with a victorious smile, holding the hand of each child.
Ya Ya was a precocious girl. She had already understood the village gossip about her mother and looked at her worriedly, saying, "Mom, when Ya Ya grows up, I'll protect you and won't let bad people bully you."
"Hahaha, my Ya Ya is so good, then Mom will wait for your protection."
Yuan Chun hugged her little daughter and gave her a big kiss on her tender face, asking, "Does Ya Ya want to learn to fight with Mom? Mom is said to be very good at it."
Ya Ya's joyful little eyes sparkled brightly, "I want to learn, I want to learn, I want to be strong so that no one dares to bully us anymore."
"Mom, Sanqiang will protect you too. Sanqiang also wants to be very strong." Sanqiang was only three years old, still unsteady on his feet, but he was already worried about his mom, gazing at her with his big black eyes for a long time.
