"There, there, good girl, don't cry. Aunt will soothe it for you. Later we'll let your second uncle deal with that jerk Jianwen. As a brother, not knowing how to protect his sister, and even bullying her in return? How can he not be disciplined for that?" The little girl's eyes were red from crying, and her little voice had become somewhat hoarse, which really broke Su Hongying's heart!
Seeing the cold look directed at her own unlucky son, it was as if at the little girl's tender and soft "Aunt, it hurts," she was ready to uphold justice and mercilessly punish the boy with a cold, water-drenched whip.
Jianwen, seriously doubting if he was picked up from the roadside, had no choice but to look towards little Xinqing for help, hoping she would be kind for once.
For kids, usually, the more you coax, the more spoiled they get; the more you're accommodating, the more they cry.
Wasn't it true that Xinqing was feeling more and more wronged?
