"Shut up!" Zuo Ling fiercely grabbed Little Ni Yun by the hair.
Little Ni Yun was just a nominal four-year-old child; she had never experienced anything like this and, terrified, quickly shut her mouth, but her tears still uncontrollably streamed down.
"Yunyun! Yunyun!" Ni Cuihua cried nearly to the point of fainting.
Shangguan Dehui hurried to comfort her, "It's okay, Daya, believe me, Yunyun will definitely be fine."
With that, Shangguan Dehui looked towards Zuo Ling again, "Xiaozuo, calm down, let's sit down and talk about it. The child is innocent, can you let go of Yunyun, please? Yunyun is only four years old this year."
But no matter what everyone said, Zuo Ling remained silent.
If it doesn't explode in silence, it will perish in silence!
If this continues, something terrible will definitely happen.
Ni Yang looked towards Mo Qishen, "Brother Mo, have you contacted Zuo Ling's parents yet?"
Mo Qishen glanced at his wristwatch, "They should be arriving soon."
