The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

Mu Changying smiled, leaned forward, and grabbed the phone from him vigorously.

With a touch of her slender, white finger, the photo was instantly cleared.

His eyes darkened, he shook the phone lightly with his right hand, and then let it fall under his shocked eyes.

Snapped--

The mobile phone fell to the ground and rolled to the wall a few times, but its vitality was very tenacious, and the screen was not broken at all.

Ah, sorry, my hand slipped.

Son, you don't blame mom, do you?

Mu Changying brushed her hair lightly, and smiled provocatively at Shichu.

Enchanting dress, pure smile, pure and charming, she is really a provocative little vixen.

Vicious madwoman!

Is this little bitch furious?

Hmph, do you think you can scare him with this little trick? It's just daydreaming!

Rong Shichu squatted down and reached out to pick up the phone.

Just when his fingers touched the phone, Mu Changying kicked it with her little foot, and instantly kicked it to the other side.

Snapped--

She raised her foot and stepped on his hand violently, the stiletto heel twisted violently, as if to crush his finger bones.

Oh... move away, move your feet away!

Rong Shichu couldn't bear it anymore and let out a shrill scream.

His brows were furrowed into a figure eight, and dense sweat dripped from his forehead.

Severe pain flooded in like a tide, and the nerves in the brain were stimulated and became extremely active.

Son, does it hurt?

Mom also can't bear to hurt you, but if you make a mistake, you will be punished.

The only way to become a master is to endure hardships. I believe you will be able to withstand it.

Mu Changying pursed her lips, looking down at Rong Shichu on the ground, her eyes sparkling with water were pure and moving.

Doing the cruelest things with the most innocent appearance makes people feel horrified.

Sister Ying!

Si Xian who caught up behind saw that the stiletto was almost embedded in Rong Shichu's hand, and felt his scalp numb for no reason.

When he carefully looked at the faces of the people on the ground, there was an unconcealable surprise in his eyes.

Hey... Isn't this the prince of Mingducheng, why is he as embarrassed as a dog?

Si Xian smacked his lips, his eyes shone with gloating light.

These words made Rong Shichu even more irritated, he was trembling all over, and his teeth were clenching.

The anger accumulated in his heart was like a volcano erupting, and the air seemed to be ignited.

Bitch, let me go, or I will kill you!

Do you think my dad can do whatever he wants after being on the list, and climb on my head to shit?!

The blue veins on his forehead bulged as he gasped for breath.

He exerted all his strength and struggled desperately, trying to escape from the sky.

Mu Changying smiled as before, Really? Then I'll see if you can kill me.

The moment she moved her foot away, Rong Shichu got up from the ground with lightning speed.

His uninjured hand clenched into a fist and rushed towards her.

That explosive speed is like a cheetah, leaving an afterimage in the place it passes, so fast that it makes people dizzy.

Bitch, go to hell with me!

The fist pierced the air, stirred up a strong wind, and smashed towards her with the force of thousands of troops.

Murderous, fast and fierce, extremely fast.

Si Xian's heart stopped beating for a moment, then his face turned pale, his breathing became short of breath, and a sharp cry came from his throat.

Sister Ying, get out of the way!