"Oh, this kid doesn't have a parent to take care of him. Playing with a shopping cart is so dangerous."
"If you break the automatic door, you will have to pay for it."
The customers at the back witnessed the little boy's every move. They talked about it and accused the little boy of his mistakes.
The little boy's mother was not to be outdone.
She was wearing a brand-name outfit, a pair of ten-centimeter high heels, and holding a limited edition Hermès leather bag in her hand. She walked towards Lin Yiran aggressively: "You blocked the way for my child. It's you who caused the glass door to be damaged. That's what it should be."
You come to compensate. Not only do you have to compensate, you also have to kneel down and apologize to my precious son!"
Kneel down and apologize?
Lin Yiran pouted, there are still people who are so ignorant and arrogant.
The boy's mother didn't think it was her child's fault at all. Instead, she thought Lin Yiran had blocked her child's progress.
In order to prevent her precious son from being criticized, she pointed at Lin Yiran with her hands on her hips and spit out the fragrance.
Li Hanxuan frowned and stroked Lin Yiran's back: "Go and wait for me first."
The little boy's mother snorted coldly. She fiddled with the Hermès handbag in her hand, and deliberately mocked the person in front of her: "Oh, you can't pretend to be rich, so wearing a fake brand is nothing."
Yeah, poor people should go to the vegetable market. It's so embarrassing to come here and not be able to pay a penny until the final check."
With his mother's support, the little boy bounced and pushed the shopping cart aside, repeating his mother's words over and over again: "Poor people, they are poor."
"Li Zhibo, don't get too close to them! This person is covering himself up so tightly, maybe he has some infectious disease." The little boy's mother covered her nose with a silk scarf and continued to indulge her child, allowing him to push him around.
The shopping cart in front of you.
The words of the mother and son made Lin Yiran couldn't help but smile. She stood behind Li Hanxuan and looked at the woman in front of her as if she was watching the fun.
This arrogant and arrogant woman might anger Li Hanxuan.
Some people actually say that Li Hanxuan is poor?
If Young Master Li of the Li Group is poor, then the bankrupt Lin Yiran may have to dig coal to earn a living...
Or she would take Grandpa Li's mahogany crutch and go to the roadside to beg for food, begging everyone to be kind and reward her with food.
Li Hanxuan is poor.
Lin Yiran couldn't wait to share it with Ye Siyun. She would be able to hear someone describe the eldest young master of the Li family like this in her lifetime.
Li Hanxuan lowered the brim of his hat and raised his hand to indicate to the well-wishers behind him that they could stop insulting the mother and son.
After all, Li Hanxuan has seen many snobbish women like this.
The word "poor" does no harm to Li Hanxuan.
Li Hanxuan was neither anxious nor annoyed, holding the phone in his hand and saying word by word: "Your son's name is Li Zhibo, and his father is Li Nan, the boss of Boyale Entertainment Company."
The little boy's mother obviously didn't expect it when he was mentioned by his first and last name.
She was carrying an Hermès bag and put the silk scarf into the bag casually: "What? Are you his subordinate? Or are you asking him to cooperate with you?"
Li Hanxuan no longer has any patience: "No, from today on, we will no longer cooperate."
He waved his hand and called the staff on the side over.

Chapter completed!