Chapter 47:

"So you are that ill-mannered brat without any proper upbringing," Song Xining said as she walked over.

She had originally not wanted to argue with a child, but this boy was utterly detestable. Despite having parents with decent appearances, he wore a vicious and petty expression.

Song Xining was convinced that he was simply born rotten.

"What the hell are you yelling at, bitch?" Little Feng blurted out in standard, fluent profanity. The onlookers around them were stunned, one after another casting looks of utter contempt.

This was the first time Song Xining had ever been "greeted" in such a manner by a child, and it infuriated her so much that