Gu Lingyi stared at Jin Jumo for a long moment without speaking.
Jin Jumo also remained silent, her eyes still bloodshot, quietly watching Gu Lingyi.
"Okay." Gu Lingyi suddenly said with a slight smile.
Jin Jumo's hands, hanging at her sides, suddenly clenched. She hurried forward and took Hanhan from the man's arms.
"Baby, does it hurt? It hurts a lot, doesn't it?" Jin Jumo looked at Hanhan's bruised wrist with heartache, tears streaming down.
Hanhan's eyes gradually filled with tears, he pouted his lips, trying hard to hold back his cries.
His small hand gently cupped Jin Jumo's face, the soft yet icy fingers carefully wiped her tears, though his voice was choked, "Mom, it doesn't hurt at all, don't cry."
How could it not hurt?
Jin Jumo tightly hugged Hanhan, her face buried in his small shoulder, her voice hoarse, "I'm sorry, it's all Mommy's fault."
Hanhan sniffed, raised his other hand to wipe his eyes, and shook his head, "They're too bad!"
