Guo Yan thought that her grandson and Xibao had lively interactions, so she brought Wang Zhonghua to see Feng Qingxue every day. She would chat with Feng Qingxue while the two little ones got along well with each other. Even if they occasionally had conflicts, they were mostly happy.
One morning, Guo Yan brought Wang Zhonghua again.
"Xibao!" Wang Zhonghua looked for Xibao as soon as he came in.
"Huahua!" Xibao cheerfully greeted him, but suddenly stopped in front of Wang Zhonghua, "Huahua?"
This slight strangeness immediately caught Feng Qingxue's attention. She noticed three scratch marks on Wang Zhonghua's face - fine, red traces that looked like wounds from sharp fingernails. Feng Qingxue felt very heartbroken, "What happened to Zhonghua?"
Although Wang Zhonghua was thin, he was fair and clean. It was quite scary to see three bloodstains on his small, clear face.
Not to mention Feng Qingxue, even Mr. Lu and Wang Fengqiao felt distressed when they saw it.