"So tell me, how did she fall down?"
"..." The man paused and knocked the tabletop lightly, recalling the ink all over her dirty dress as coldness flashed across his eyes, "And her clothes and the red mark on her forehead."
He suppressed the fury in his tone and gazed at Huo Chenyu with a half-smile, "You better give me an explanation."
Huo Yao never felt so bad for a child before.
In his eyes, he valued natural selection and survival of the fittest.
If she got bullied, it only meant that she was too weak.
Huo Chenyu slowly clenched his fist as he recalled the dirty ink on the little girl's dress and the scratch on her forehead, snapping back when he felt the piercing pain in his palm.
The young boy's lips curved up slightly as if he recalled the scene of Ye Sang getting bullied, coldness filled his eyes, and replied calmly, "She must've gotten them from conflicts with children at kindergarten."
As to how she fell down…..