"I'm not the bad guy, you're the bad guy." Wangzi glared, waving his hand, trying to shake off the grip on his collar.
"Little guy, didn't your mom tell you that you should apologize when you bump into someone? Why did you just run off?" The man chuckled lightly, with no malice.
Upon hearing the word "mom," Wangzi thought for two seconds, then honestly apologized, "Sorry, Uncle, I didn't mean to bump into you."
The man was joking initially, but didn't expect the little guy to apologize so earnestly. He suddenly felt like he was bullying a child. Just as he was about to let go, a big hand suddenly lifted Wangzi up.
Wangzi, grabbed by the collar, suddenly rose into the air, his little legs kicking frantically. Behind him came a duck-like laughter, "Gaga, Chen Chen, is this your son? Why does he look like a frog?"
Seeing the newcomer, Chen Chen's face changed, "He's not my son, hurry up and put him down, don't scare the kid."
