At that same moment, Ni Yang bent the silver spoon in her hand with one hand.
She was not joking. If Shangguan Dehui dares to bully Ni Cuihua, she will make him pay a price!
Shangguan Dehui seemed not to have expected this from Ni Yang, and he was taken aback for a moment.
This child's behaviour was increasingly unlike that of an eighteen-year-old.
She was more like a weathered overseer, with an intimidating air that could make one shudder inadvertently. Even he, as a teacher, felt an unnamed pressure.
"Yangyang, don't worry. As long as your mother agrees, I promise to protect her for the rest of my life, without her suffering the slightest grievance!" No one could understand Shangguan Dehui's feelings, having regained what he had missed in half his lifetime.
Not to mention the least indignity, he would not even let Ni Cuihua suffer a tear.
Ni Yang nodded, "Then please remember what you said today, Uncle Shangguan."