The Beginning of a Fateful Encounter

"Mother! Mother! It really has nothing to do with me I swear! They're the ones who hit me!" Yang Baoshu ran around the courtyard while he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Why did they hit you? If you didn't bother them, why would they hit you?" a middle-aged lady stood with arms akimbo and pointed at him madly.

Chu Li was watching all of this through the Omniscient Mirror.

The middle-aged lady was petite, she looked graceful and elegant.

There were almost no women with good looks on the street so she was pretty enough to be outstanding.

"I don't know either. I really didn't find any sort of trouble with them. They're the ones who kept bothering me!" Yang Baoshu replied innocently.

"Nonsense! You're always babbling and driveling. Why would they want to bother you?" the middle-aged lady sounded even more outraged.

"Maybe it's because I'm an easy target for a bully?" Yang Baoshu answered with uncertainty.