"Ahhh!" The portly chef let out a groundhog-like shriek, a miserable cry that pierced the sky.
It made everyone present tremble with fear. Third Aunt Lin and her son, sprawled on the ground, were so scared they wet themselves.
Lin Mingjun simply lay on the ground and played dead, not daring to utter another curse. A two-hundred-pound chef had been sent flying by this beauty with a single kick.
'And what about me, who's as thin as a rail!'
He didn't dare to imagine what would happen, so his only option was to play dead. He just had to pray that she-devil wouldn't notice him.
Third Aunt Lin proved she was truly his mother, as her thoughts perfectly mirrored her son's.
'Especially with my husband and Aunt Lin right here. If that bitch stomps me flat with a single kick, what will be left of my dignity!'
'Back in the Bao Family, I was the apple of their eye, spoiled by my mother and brothers. Yet here I am, kicked to the ground by this little bitch.'
