Two voices, with different tones and degrees of anger, but the sa manner, were firing at Xia Qingqian. The smile on Xia Qingqian’s face suddenly disappeared, her face turned sullen, and the corners of her mouth kept twitching.
When Beitang Yao and Mario finished speaking, they turned to look at each other and pointed at each other, frowning, "Why are you mimicking ?"
Heh... What was this about? One big, one small, was it really necessary to be like this? They were n, yet how could they be so crude to a gentle and beautiful woman like a flower?
"What’s wrong with you? Uncle Quan is hungry, let’s go eat..." Xia Qingqian quickly walked to Uncle Quan’s side, holding one of his arms, she said softly.
"Then you all go eat first, I have sothing to do, I’ll be leaving." The wealthy lady felt sothing was off here and thought it was best to leave.
Seeing an opportunity, Beitang Yao quickly stepped forward and reached out to grab the small figure trying to cling to Xia Qingqian, saying to the departing wealthy lady, "Take this little rascal back, he’s not welco in my ho."
"Brother is a big bad wolf! Brother is a big bad wolf!! Sister, don’t like brother, he will eat sister!" Mario was lifted into the air by Beitang Yao, his small figure swung mid-air, extending his hands towards Xia Qingqian for help, his voice laced with sobs.
"If you speak again, do you believe I won’t let you out of this door?!" Beitang Yao rcilessly and without any care tossed Mario towards the wealthy lady, triumphantly clapped his hands and said, "Alright, you can leave now."
The wealthy lady caught Mario steadily, her expression faltering slightly, smiled and asked, "Mr. Beitang, does it really have to be like this?" When did her Mario beco a thorn in Beitang Yao’s side?
"What’s with the fuss? This is my ho now. Why are you shouting?! In the future, without my permission, none of you are allowed to step into my villa ever again!" Beitang Yao, losing his grip on sanity, roared at them.
"Young Master..." Xia Qingqian felt the atmosphere was increasingly wrong, walked forward, "He’s just a child, what’s wrong with you?"
Xia Qingqian reached out to hold Beitang Yao’s strong arm, hoping he wouldn’t be so extre.
But Beitang Yao, who was furious and at war with Mario, would hardly heed Xia Qianqian’s advice.
He raised his hand, pushed away Xia Qingqian’s hand, and angrily shouted, "Get lost! This is between and this little rascal, it’s none of your business."
Beitang Yao’s force was so strong that it sent Xia Qingqian flying half a ter away, colliding with a nearby vase. Feeling the vase teetering behind her, Xia Qingqian ca to her senses, turned and caught the vase with both hands.
Seeing the vase stabilized, Xia Qingqian finally breathed a sigh of relief, her whole body relaxed, yet beads of sweat ford on her forehead.
"Girl, are you alright?" Although Uncle Quan was old, his eyes were sharp, seeing Xia Qingqian pushed by the Young Master, her waist hit the corner of the table. It must have hurt, right?
"Uncle Quan, I’m alright..." Xia Qingqian unconsciously reached to press her side where she was hit.
Keen-eyed Mario saw it too, imdiately broke free from the wealthy lady’s embrace, walked to Xia Qingqian, tiptoed, and extended his small hand to stroke Xia Qingqian’s injured spot, softly asking, "Sister, does it hurt here? Co, let baby touch it, then it won’t hurt."
Xia Qingqian’s eyes were glistening with tears, but when Mario interrupted, she sniffled and tried hard to hold back her tears.
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