Chenchen and the two children were entangled in a fight, soon covered with bruises.
Initially, he held the upper hand, but he wasn't as sturdy as the other two kids and soon couldn't keep up, gradually falling behind.
Qiqi stood by anxiously, seeing a fist about to land on Chenchen, she immediately stepped in to shield him.
Chenchen was startled for a moment, dazed, "Brother?"
But in that instant of distraction, a guy's fist mercilessly swung at his face.
Coming to his senses, Chenchen dared not lose focus again and immediately joined the battle.
...
Qiao Mo and Fu Nancheng never expected that they would be called in by the teacher on Qiqi's first day at kindergarten.
Looking at the two children before her with clothes full of wrinkles and faces black and blue, Qiao Mo found it hard to believe.
Not long ago, they were two neat little boys, but now their faces were like a painter's palette.
