A gloomy cold air followed, making adults feel that the temperature dropped suddenly by several degrees.
Those whispers disappeared. Even the Zhang couple who were about to leave and Betty who was crying stopped, and everyone looked towards the place where the sound came from.
Betty saw an acquaintance and rushed over happily: "Uncle Yan, Aunt Qian, they beat the little brother, they are bad people."
As he spoke, he pulled Lin Qianqian's arm and shook it, while pointing his other hand in the direction of the Zhangs and his wife.
Mr. and Mrs. Zhang were stunned for a moment, then their faces turned red and they retorted: "I, we didn't."
Lin Qianqian couldn't care about them at this time. When she heard that her son had been beaten, her face turned pale with nervousness and she immediately looked at her son.
I saw my son leaning on the dining table in a state of embarrassment, his handsome face looking even paler.
When she came back just now, she was walking behind Yan Mubei, holding food in her hands and still looking around at the ingredients.
For this reason, she did not see the Zhangs and his wife pushing their son, but Yan Mubei, who was walking in front, happened to see it.
At this time, Lin Qianqian hurriedly stepped forward, put down the things in her hands, squatted down, and inspected her son's little body.
With worry and uneasiness on his face, he asked urgently: "Colin, do you feel any pain? Where were you hit? Let Mommy take a look."
When Colin heard his mother's words, he turned around and turned his back to his mother: "It hurts here, it hurts so much."
He raised his left hand, walked around it and pointed at his back.
Just now, he was pushed unexpectedly, and his back hit the corner of the dining table, and he immediately felt a pain.
The pain was so painful that he could not speak.
When the Zhang couple saw how big the matter was, their expressions became even more ugly. While they were looking after the child, they exchanged glances and quietly moved aside.
Yan Mubei, who had sharp eyes, moved his body and stood in front of them, like a high wall blocking them: "Want to run?"
"I, we didn't." Zhang and his wife looked ugly and lowered their heads.
Yan Mubei stared at them coldly, his eyes were hazy and scary.
The Zhang couple were so frightened that they did not dare to breathe, and their shoulders shrank again and again.
Yan Mubei said: "You'd better pray that my son is okay, otherwise..., hum."
Otherwise, he didn't say anything else, but a cold snort was enough to make the Zhangs and his wife's legs tremble.
Lin Qianqian rolled up her son's clothes and saw an obvious red mark on the center of his back.
"Does it hurt?" Lin Qianqian pressed gently.
Colin flinched back in pain, then turned around and hugged his mother's neck, whimpering: "Mommy, Colin hurts so much."
Such a poor little guy, hugging his mother and rubbing against her, feeling extremely aggrieved.
Lin Qianqian patted him comfortingly: "It's okay, Mommy is here, we will take you to the hospital for a checkup."
As she spoke, she picked up the child and looked at the Zhang couple with cold eyes.
Angry inside.
The child is so small, how could they push him against the dining table.
And it's still at a sharp angle. If it hits your head or eyes, it's not...
Lin Qianqian became angrier as she thought about it, her pretty pink face bulging with anger.
After all, the boy was older and a little heavier. Yan Mubei stepped forward to pick up the child and held him in his arms: "You just wait and see."
He stared at the Zhangs and his wife with cold eyes, then raised his chin and motioned for Lin Qianqian to follow him.