Taking away my family's luck? I won't stand it!

The maids were forced to kneel on the ground by the servants. The little boy walked up to one of the maids and stepped over her.

"Hmm." The little boy's fat body pressed the maid down, causing her to bend her back. She gritted her teeth and persevered.

"Hahahaha, Jiajiajia, hurry up and leave, hurry up, or I will beat you to death." The little boy threatened ferociously.

The maid gritted her teeth and crawled away on the ground.

The little boy on his body smiled particularly arrogantly.

Finally, the maidservant could not hold on any longer and fell down, bringing the little boy with her to the ground.

The little boy fell hard to the ground, his palm was scraped and he screamed in pain.

"Young master, please spare me, young master, please spare me." The maidservant was not in any better condition. Her forehead was hit and bleeding. She was kneeling on the ground begging for mercy with a frightened look on her face.

The little boy stared with his eyes wide open and pulled out a whip from his waist. The whip had barbs on it and could tear off a person's flesh with one whip.

"I told you to make me fall!" The little boy raised the whip and hit the maid hard.

The maidservant was ready to have a layer of flesh torn off, and closed her eyes.

"what......."

The little boy let out a scream. The maid opened her eyes and saw a little girl who was only one year old holding the other end of the whip in the young master's hand.

At this time, the young master was lying on the ground, looking angrily at the little girl who suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Who the hell are you, you bastard? How dare you meddle in other people's business? Believe it or not, with just one word from me, your parents will die!"

Yaoyao narrowed her eyes. You want my mother and father to die?

While she was saving her family's lives, this little fat kid didn't even know where to get milk!

"Speak up! Whose bastard are you?" The little boy was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick when he saw Yaoyao didn't say anything.

Guoan jumped out from behind the rockery, pressed his buttocks on the little boy, and punched him hard.

"Who do you say is a bastard? Who do you want dead? Ah, you say, who is a bastard? Who is a bastard?"

The little boy fell to the ground crying loudly after being hit by the fist. His body was in so much pain that he couldn't believe that there was someone in this house who dared to hit him!

"Wuwuwu... What are you guys standing there for? Didn't you see this young master got beaten up by that little bastard? Hurry and catch him! I want him dead!"

Just as the servants were about to grab Guoan, Yaoyao jumped up and kicked them away one by one.

The maids knelt on the ground, not daring to look up, and trembling.

The little boy stared with his eyes wide open, looking at the little girl who was only as tall as his shoulder and kicked the servant away with one foot, and he even forgot to cry.

"Little bastard?" Yaoyao walked over to the little boy and squatted down. "If your mouth doesn't shake, I can help you tear it apart."

Fang Zhaochen's eyes widened, and he covered his mouth tightly. "Let's fight one-on-one if you dare. What kind of hero are you trying to be by suppressing me?"

"Pa——" As soon as Fang Zhaochen finished speaking, he was slapped by Yaoyao.

"Girls are like heroes when they get into the mud?"

Guoan pressed down on Fang Zhaochen, slapped him on the head, and said threateningly, "That's right, apologize quickly, otherwise... hehe, I'll twist your head off and kick it like a ball!"

"You're dreaming of asking me to apologize to a servant! I won't apologize even if you kill me!" Fang Zhaochen covered his swollen face and shouted like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.