Due to work arrangements, I moved from my parents' place to an apartment near my workplace.

The apartment is close to a supermarket, a gym, and the transportation is relatively convenient.

On the first day of my move, the neighbor across knocked on my door.

She was a middle-aged woman, about the same age as my mother. She had a kind face. At first, it was just a regular neighborly greeting. Later, she whispered, "Little beauty, since you just moved in, you don't know that we have a troublesome brat in this building. His parents spoil him like their own eyes and he can't be scolded or hit."

"He causes us trouble every day."

"Be careful, and if you have any trouble, come to me."

The neighbor's son happened to come back from work, so she quickly bid me farewell and went home to cook.

I pondered over what the neighbor said. No wonder the rent for this apartment, with the same layout as other buildings, was several hundred yuan cheaper. It turns out there's this reason.

Annoying brats and lenient parents are indeed a headache.

I ordered a mini surveillance camera online overnight, planning to install it in the corridor so that it could serve as evidence if necessary.

For several days in a row, I didn't encounter the brat mentioned by the neighbor, and I felt slightly relieved.

On this day after work, my nephew who had just started primary school came to play at my place.

After dinner, I took him to the entrance of the supermarket downstairs to play with a rocking car.

It cost five yuan per ride, about twenty minutes each time.

There were two rocking cars in total, and another child was playing on the other one.

I scanned the code and then squatted aside, eating an ice cream.

"Daddy's father is called grandpa, mommy's mother is called grandma,"

I was getting a headache from the music.

So I put on my headphones and occasionally glanced at my nephew.

After about five minutes, a mother and child arrived.

I have 200-degree nearsightedness, so my eyesight isn't that good.

I didn't see them clearly at first glance, but until they got closer, I recognized them. It was the particularly ill-mannered mother and child I encountered on the high-speed train that day.

The white pants stained with strawberry juice were thrown away that night.

Thinking of this, I suddenly became annoyed.

I turned my head away and continued playing with my phone.

After playing for a while, I suddenly heard a child's cry.

I looked up and saw my nephew looking at me with a sad expression, tears welling up in his eyes.

I quickly walked over and asked, "Baby, what's wrong?"

He sniffed, "He hit me, wuwuwu."

He weakly pointed to the little boy next to him who was making faces at me.

The child's mother was still as indifferent as she was that day, witnessing the whole process, completely oblivious to disciplining her child.

It was only when I discovered that my nephew had been hit that she pretended to be concerned and said, "Oh my, oh my, how could you hit someone, my dear?"

Her demeanor once again infuriated me, and I smiled and told my nephew, "Come on, don't be afraid, hit him back."

My nephew was also brave and took two steps forward, slapping the brat directly across the face.

The brat burst into tears.

At this point, the mother of the brat finally showed a displeased expression on her face, "Hey, kids are just playing around, why are you like this?"

I pulled my nephew behind me and said, "Yeah, we were just playing with your kid."

She raised her eyebrows at her recently scabbed eyebrow and said, "How could there be such a way to play? How can you hit someone?"

I put my hands on my hips and said, "Your kid was playing like that just now."

"It's forgivable for kids not to know how to behave, but as an adult, are you just standing there like a vase with two holes drilled yesterday?"

"If you keep parenting like this, your child will end up stepping on a sewing machine sooneror later."

Seeing that I was not intimidated by her, she became angry and said, "Who do you think you are? Mind your own business!"

I smiled and replied, "I am his aunt, and it is my business when he gets hurt."

At this point, the mother of the brat realized that she couldn't win the argument and decided to leave with her son.

As they walked away, I shouted after them, "Remember to teach your child some manners!"

The incident ended there, and my nephew and I continued to enjoy our time playing in the supermarket.

From that day on, I became more cautious about my nephew's safety. I made sure to keep an eye on him at all times, especially in public places.

As for the troublesome brat in my apartment building, I never encountered him, and I hoped it would stay that way.