Di Hao's palm was hurt and it bled.
Meanwhile, Gu Xijiu deeply regretted her earlier distraction. She wanted to heal him quickly; however, Di Hao retreated before she could get close to him. "No, mother. It is just a minor injury. I will be alright. Oh yea, I have not finished the homework father gave me earlier. I need to go now." Then, he sneaked away without giving Gu Xijiu a chance to stop him.
The thought of him leaving did not really bother Gu Xijiu. After all, this child was generally very tough. Nonetheless, Gu Xijiu could not help but laugh at the thought of her daughter, who was on the opposite end of the spectrum. Her daughter was gentle like a princess. She would scream and cry at the slightest injury. Gu Xijiu wondered whose genes she carried.