The first Madam's sweeping glance was about to strike the old lady's head, but suddenly she felt an emptiness in her hand—the broom had been snatched away.
Her body, due to inertia, lunged forward, about to fall on the old lady.
Zhao Xi held the broom in one hand and blocked her, "Hey hey hey, steady yourself, don't bump into my grandmother and my sister. If you hurt them, I won't be polite."
The eldest daughter and several others who rushed over quickly held back the first Madam. They looked at the suddenly-appeared man in shock, then collectively stepped back.
They could easily move towards an old woman like the old lady without care, but now facing a robust man who seemed tough, they were instantly filled with fear.
"Who are you?"
Zhao Xi frowned, "Didn't I just say? Her brother."
He pointed towards Shu Yu who nodded seriously, "Mm, my brother."