"Get lost, this has nothing to do with you," Yang Anshi suddenly felt like a mute who has eaten Coptis chinensis, her humiliation turning into anger as she roared, "Are you also trying to hit your mother?"
"Mother!" Yang Baixiang stamped his foot, "How can you be so... unreasonable?"
"You no-good bastard." Yang Anshi was even more enraged, raising her arm to hit him. Earlier, she had been rendered immobile by Yang Ruxin pressing on her pressure point, but now that she was released, her strength returned, and in an instant, one side of Yang Baixiang's face turned red.
"Grandma, don't hit Uncle Xiaowu, hit me instead," Yang Ruxin boldly stepped forward two paces.
"Dani," Yang Baixiang was touched for a moment.
"Uncle, it's okay," Yang Ruxin shook her head, "You better go back, otherwise, Grandma will get even angrier."