C328 A Shrew

No matter who this woman was or what her status might be, suddenly laying hands on a child not even five years old was something Mo Ya would never let slide.

The moment the woman made her move, Mo Ya stepped back with Little Bun in her arms and grabbed the woman's wrist.

"Ouch... it hurts... let go of me, you ugly woman... you... you let go of me..."

The woman kept cursing