"Look at the commotion." Because Qiaoqiao always had trouble pronouncing rolling r's, she liked to say "look at the commotion" instead of "watch the fun."
Lin Xiaoguai immediately breathed a sigh of relief; if Mrs. Yu was standing by doing nothing, it meant her son wasn't at a disadvantage.
When they arrived at the scene, Lin Xiaoguai found that her son wasn't at a disadvantage at all; he was actually making others suffer a loss.
"Chunchun, hit his head hard!"
"Hold down his hands, quick!"
An old man was lying face down on the ground, with Little Spring Breeze riding on top of him, yelling, "Giddy up, giddy up, why aren't you running?" and angrily turning his head to say, "I told you not to call me Chunchun, call me Little Spring Breeze or Big Brother!"
The crowd of kids, none older than four, completely ignored him and continued to call out whatever they pleased.
"You little brats, let me go, release me!" the old man flailed and cursed.
