When Ye Zhiyu heard this, her soft eyebrows immediately furrowed. Only then did she notice the situation.
A gentleman pulling a little fatty walked towards them. The little fatty was also wounded, and there were several red lines on his face. Based on the situation just now, it should have been Ji Xifan who did it.
"Alas, my little son! Who did this to you?"
The sharp female voice sounded again. The woman dressed in gaudy clothes stepped on high heels and rushed in front of the little fatty.
What a coincidence!
Ye Zhiyu was not in a hurry to argue. She first checked Ji Xifan inside and out. Although he was covered in dirt, he only looked miserable. In fact, he was almost uninjured.
She was relieved, and the gentleman had already walked up to her.
"Hello, are you Ji Xifan's mother?"
