The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

The servant was dizzied by Yangyang clutching his head and bashing, resulting in Yangyang also swaying unsteadily on his shoulders.

Yang Chuxia watched with a startled heart, also deeply moved by her two sons’ protective actions.

Her sons were too awesome, weren’t they?

"Yangyang, come down now, don’t fall and hurt yourself," Yang Chuxia stepped forward to grab him.

But the little guy nimbly hopped down on his own, even stepping on the servant’s foot as he did so.

"Letting you talk about my mother, think you’re so bold?"

Before Yang Chuxia could pull him back, he charged towards Second Young Master Luo again. Second Young Master Luo, for some reason, reflexively ran away but turned his head only to find a child pressing a dagger against his stomach, "Where do you think you’re running to? Move again and see if I don’t stab you, believe it or not?" The child’s face was cold, and so was his gaze—it was a look that should not appear on a child’s face.

"Lele, come here and let mom handle this," Yang Chuxia said hurriedly upon seeing this, her heart trembling with fear. Goodness, one son was more fierce than the other, daring to wield knives at such a young age.

It was one thing for the child to injure someone else, but it would be heartbreaking if he got hurt himself.

"Mother, don’t come over, this person dared to insult you; I’ll help you teach him a lesson," Lele pressed against Second Young Master Luo and shouted at the people who came with Second Young Master Luo, "Anyone who dares come closer, I’ll bury the dagger in his belly."

"Brother, keep him still, I want to beat him up!"

"Haha"

"Haha"

"..."

The people gathered outside the building had stopped going in to eat, simply watching the two children perform. Hearing Yangyang’s words, they burst into loud laughter; these kids were hilarious, wanting to beat someone up without allowing the person to even move.

Second Young Master Luo’s face turned dark.

"You little brat, get lost, do you even know who I am?"

"’Little brat’ is what you’re calling?" Yangyang retorted as he came from the side and gave his leg a kick.

Then, as he did with the servant before, he clambered onto Second Young Master Luo.

Slapping his face with small hands, he said, "For telling my mom to dine with you, for that, for that, for your annoying mouth, I’ll beat you to death."

Had Ye Zi’an been there, he certainly would have felt that his younger second son was the spitting image of Yang Chuxia.

Today was Second Young Master Luo’s unlucky day, utterly toyed with by two children.

Just as he wanted to signal his own servant to kick the child pressing the dagger against his belly away.

But as his eyes blinked, he heard Lele say, "Why are you blinking? Don’t want your eyeballs anymore? With those little eyes of yours, you think you can communicate with the servants?"

"You damn little ghost, just you wait, see how I will deal with you later," Second Young Master Luo was livid with anger.

He did not doubt that if he made a move, the dagger could slice his skin, and the child’s gaze was just too sinister.

"Who are you calling ’little ghost’? Yangyang held his head and slapped him, "Is ’little ghost’ something you can say?"

Meanwhile, Yang Chuxia, after hearing Lele’s words, could only attentively watch those with Second Young Master Luo, ready to prevent them from sneaking an attack on her two sons.

"Who are you?" Second Young Master Luo gritted his teeth, unable to curse or move, he could only ask who these children were, so he could take his revenge later.

"What’s it to you who we are?" Lele snorted coldly, "Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask; don’t you know that, being so grown up?"