Little Ah Ling nodded and gave Jian Shichu a sweet smile, "I believe you, Dad! It would be great if I didn't have to see Xiao Shengchi at school anymore!"
"Dad promises you," Jian Shichu said, looking tenderly at the wound on his forehead, "You got hurt, so take a few days off to stay at home with mom and your brother. When you go back to school, I promise Xiao Shengchi will be gone!"
"Okay!" After all, Little Ah Ling was just a child. Although he had made a decisive move at that moment, it was the first time he injured someone so severely, and he felt uneasy, afraid that his parents would think he was ruthless and wouldn't like him.
Now that Jian Shichu knew what he did, instead of blaming him, he praised him nonstop, which eased much of his anxiety, as if a huge stone had been lifted off his chest, making him feel much lighter.
