"How did you get hurt?"
Chang E was settled in a rather nice residence, and after washing up, he sat with spirit, looking at his son with a face full of bruises.
When his son was young, he encountered some traumatic events, which led to his rather extreme personality and reluctance to interact with others. Fortunately, later, he was taken to the Northwest, which slightly improved his condition.
But no matter how you put it, the child still has some character shortcomings, causing his father no end of worry.
Seeing his son's bruised face, Chang E wanted to scold him but couldn't bear to.
"I fell myself!"
Chang Yao knelt over there, shaking his neck casually as he replied.
Chang E glared, angrily slapped the table, picked up the teacup next to him, wanting to throw it, but held back.
"Do you think your father is blind? If you fell like this, then fall again for me and see?"
"Really, I rolled down from the hillside!"
Chang E's face twitched, hillside...
