"And don't you keep whining here. In short, you're not going to take any of these things today, or else I'll have you all dragged out horizontally."
"You're a robber!" Qian Family's big brother roared.
"Hmph, what's wrong with being a robber? I'm going to be one today." Yang Chuxia picked up a stick from the side and weighed it in her hand, ready to swing it, but then a few barks came from the door.
"Woof woof woof..."
"Woof woof woof..."
"Da Mao, Er Mao, San Mao, Si Mao, come in quickly!" Yang Xiayun's soft voice followed from outside the door.
Yang Chuxia turned her head and saw that it was Yang Xiayun who had brought over their chow chows.
With that, Yang Chuxia's heart brightened, and she threw the stick to the ground. This made the big brother of the Qian Family breathe a sigh of relief; he was quite afraid of being beaten. This little girl showed no mercy when it came to hitting people.