In the room, Mrs. Leng wiped her tears sorrowfully, while Mr. Leng held Buding beside her, feeling deeply distressed. He gently advised, "Xiao Yan! Stop crying! Now that it's already happened and it's behind us, let's pretend we don't know anything. If the kids come back and see you like this, what will they think?"
Mrs. Leng glared at him with her reddened eyes and shouted, "Let them think whatever they want! What kind of kids are these? Tell me! Something so serious happened, and we didn't hear a word of it! If it weren't for Su Meng's mother accidentally letting it slip, would we still be kept in the dark?
We came so close to losing my precious grandson! Do you even understand how scared and distressed I was when I heard about it?"
"I said from the start that Xiao Ding wasn't trustworthy, but did anyone listen to me? One after another, you all ignored what I said. Thank heavens Buding was lucky—otherwise, if he had truly been lost, where would we go to cry?"
