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If Mu Beihan said a few more words, perhaps he really would cry. Just as Yan Luoluo was thinking about how to help them find a way down the stairs, a fashionable girl walked up from behind, and looked at them with disdain.

"Old Man, don't think that you can throw a tantrum just because you're a bit more handsome. Even in public, you still need to know that you're shameless!"

The fashionable girl patted her own face, and glared at Yan Luoluo, her eyes filled with disgust: "Don't you see how much of a person you are now, trying to learn the ways of a child, are you ashamed?"

Yan Luoluo's heart was set ablaze, she could no longer get down from the carriage, and was carried away. Why did it become a repulsive expression in her mouth?

And you're not allowed to fall in love because you're old? Wait a minute, she wasn't in love!

As he thought about it, Yan Luoluo's anger rose all the way to his head. Her small face flushed red but she still maintained a faint smile.

"I won't allow you to say that about Mommy!"

Yan Qingfan did not care about his usual gentleman's etiquette. Since she did not respect Mommy, he could no longer respect her.

"Yo, he's not big, but he sure knows how to speak!" The fashionable lady looked at Yan Qingfan and sneered, "I wonder if you should respect me speaking with an adult? I can tell from one look that you are a son of a mother, and not a son of a mother! "

"Don't say that to the Fanfan!"

No matter what, she could, but Fanfan was her bottom line, and no one was allowed to touch her.

Yan Luoluo clenched her fists tightly, wishing that she could slap this woman.

As if he had felt Yan Luoluo's anger, Mu Beihan took a step forward, closing the distance between the two of them. The fashionable girl was just about to say something, and gave her a ruthless slap on the face.

Yan Luoluo looked at her own red, hot hands and pretended to say, "Aiya, it seems like a bug landed on your face just now. Where did it go?

The slap just now was quite vicious. The fashionable girl's face swelled up in an instant, and five red fingerprints appeared on her face.

"You dare hit me!? Do you know who I am? Do you know who my father is? "

The fashionable girl covered her face with one hand. Her eyes were slightly red and swollen.

Yan Luoluo burst out laughing. She looked just like a child, even less mature than the four-year-old Yan Qingfan.

"I know who you are, and I know who your father is."

Saying that, Mu Beihan took out his phone, and saw that it had already been a conversation for more than 10 seconds, and the name was indeed the fashionable female father's name.

"Smelly brat, who is the one that made you act so arrogantly outside? Look at your current appearance, how can you have the face to say that to others? Get the hell back here right now!"

The fashionable girl covered her face with one hand and looked at her phone with a wronged expression. She stuttered, "Dad, this isn't my fault. They provoked me first!"

"Shut up. If I don't let you say it, why are you still saying it!?" Apologize quickly and get back here! "

As soon as she finished speaking, the call was cut off. The fashionable girl was like a hedgehog that had been plucked out of its shell, without any deterrence. She lowered her head, bowed 90 degrees, and choked with sobs, "Sorry, I won't say such things again."

Mu Beihan didn't reply, but looked at Yan Luoluo who was in her embrace, and gently asked: "How is it, Luo, are you satisfied with her apology?"