His small body stood in front of the woman.
The robber saw him and immediately frowned, "Where did this kid come from? Get out of my way or I'll kick you!"
The cute, innocent boy stood in front of the robber, too young to understand what fear was.
Upon hearing this, he let out a wail and started crying.
At home, whenever he cried, everyone would comfort him, coax him. He thought that if he cried here, this mean uncle would stop bullying his grandma.
But he didn't realise that such crying, at this moment, under such tense atmosphere, would only make the robber agitated.
Irritated by his crying, the robber stepped forward to take action.
Xu Qiaoqiao's pupils contracted.
Having grown up in an orphanage, these children were her best friends, her family.
She couldn't stand by and watch a three-year-old kid get bullied!
But just as she was about to rush out, her arm was firmly pulled back!
