Bang!
The little boy slammed hard into a table.
"Ah! What are you doing?"
When the Brocade Robe Woman came to her senses and saw Qin Guan had flung her son away, she hurried over to the table and picked the little boy up.
"Ah! It hurts, it hurts so much! Waaaaah!"
The little boy cried out in fright.
The Brocade Robe Woman hurriedly took out a pill and fed it to the little boy.
The commotion was so loud that many diners nearby gathered around, curious to see what was happening.
"You lunatic! You'd actually lay such a vicious hand on a child? Tonight, I'll tear you limb from limb and throw you in a mass grave to feed the wild dogs!" The Brocade Robe Woman pointed at Qin Guan and cursed furiously.
"Madam Zhao, what happened?" Just then, a middle-aged man in brocade robes hurried over to her and asked.
The Brocade Robe Woman pointed at Qin Guan and cursed, "This beast just hit my son! He deserves to die!"
"That little beast spat in my food. I was just teaching him a lesson. What are you making such a fuss about?" Qin Guan looked at the woman and sneered.
The Brocade Robe Woman was instantly enraged. "You're a grown man, picking a fight with a five-year-old child, and you still think you're in the right?"
"Exactly. Kids are mischievous and don't know any better. It was just one dish. Did you really have to hit him so hard?"
"Right! How could a five-year-old know right from wrong? A verbal reprimand would've been enough. Hitting a child was going way too far!"
"Children are naturally mischievous and unruly. Even if he did something wrong, you should've gone to his parents and let them discipline him. No matter what,