Shrill wails rang through the entire garden. Jiang Nian looked at the little chubby boy, tears and snot streaming down his face, and felt thoroughly satisfied.
What should you do when a brat refused to behave? Hit him where it hurt.
Seeing that Jiang Nian had made her son cry, the woman beside him hurriedly scooped him into her arms and soothed him:
"Don't cry, baby. Don't cry. That girl is mean! She's a big meanie! We'll just ignore her!"
After comforting her sniffling child, the woman turned an angry look on Jiang Nian:
"How can you be so rude? You came over and scared my son to tears. Is this how your family raised you?"
Jiang Nian looked at her innocently. "Ma'am, don't accuse me unfairly. I was just trying to cheer your little boy up, so I kindly told him a joke."
Well, technically, the little boy she was cheering up was Feng Xing.
Looking at the woman cradling the chubby boy with a heartbroken expression, Jiang Nian tilted her head in puzzlement:
"What, wasn't the joke funny?"
The little chubby boy had seemed pretty happy laughing earlier, hadn't he?
Seeing her child pout and prepare to cry again, the woman frantically went back to soothing her son.
When she saw that Jiang Nian showed no remorse whatsoever, she pointed a finger at her, her fingertip trembling with rage.
"You... whose child are you? Do you believe I can make you pay for this?"
Although these youngsters were friends of Feng Xing and Pluto and looked like they came from wealthy families, there were different levels of wealth.
The Feng Family was one of the leading families in City A. Apart from those few top-tier families, they had nothing to fear from any of the small fry.
Since