"How did you get a bruise?" Pei Chengde's old face sank, grabbing his grandson's hand, showing anger.
If he hadn't mentioned it, Song Weiyi wouldn't even have known her son was injured.
She hurried over, and upon looking in their direction, indeed saw a purple mark on Xu Jinhang's hand.
"Erbao, why didn't you tell mom earlier that you were hurt?" Song Weiyi asked anxiously.
She really thought there was nothing wrong.
"How did you get this injury? Does it hurt?" Holding her son's little hand, Song Weiyi looked full of distress.
The fair and tender skin now marked with a bruise, standing out so visibly, how could it not hurt?
Xu Jinhang trembled slightly and nodded. "It hurt more before, but after police uncle rubbed it with medicinal alcohol, it doesn't hurt as much now."
His original intention was just to show grandpa, and then let grandpa properly scold his son once.
Unexpectedly, his mom started questioning him first.
Xu Jinhang felt a bit guilty.
