Qiao Mo assessed the situation and noticed a dark red stain on his snow-white cuff.
A tightness gripped her heart. Without waiting for the child's reaction, she immediately pulled his wrist over and rolled up his sleeve.
A long bloody gash marred his arm, appearing particularly gruesome and shocking.
Especially since the wound seemed inadequately treated, and in such warm weather, it had already begun to show signs of infection, which, if worsened, could lead to severe consequences.
Qiao Mo's heart tightened, and she held his small arm, eyes turning red: "This... how did this happen? How could you be so careless?"
Qiqi said softly, "Mama accidentally hurt me."
Qiao Mo was somewhat shocked, Yu Qianxun?
She and Qianxun had been friends for many years, and she always had such a good nature. How could she possibly vent her anger on a child?
Even if it was truly accidental... she should have at least treated his wound afterward.
