Yang Jingyi looked at Ji Yuanyuan with a touched expression. She saw that the boy was still glaring at Ji Yuanyuan angrily.
She put her hands on her waist. "I think you're just jealous of me. What's wrong with my Mother? She earns money openly. She's not like your parents, who wander the streets all day. One look and you can tell that she doesn't have a job. Tsk..."
Yang Jingyi seemed to have returned to her usual valiant self. She looked at the little boy's expression with disdain.
The little boy was angered and immediately stepped forward. "How dare you scold my parents?"
"You can scold my parents. Why can't I scold your parents?" Yang Jingyi refused to give in.
"You..." The boy raised his hand in anger.
Although the child was young, he still had pride.
Originally, he had come to mock Yang Jingyi, but now that Yang Jingyi was mocking him instead, he naturally couldn't take it anymore.
