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 ...