Sun Cuixia's finger was almost poking into Lin Wan Yi's nose.
"Lin Wan Yi!"
Her voice was sharp and piercing, like nails scraping against rusted iron.
"Your son hit someone!"
This shout tore apart the tranquility of the entire Beijing University residential area.
On the side of the playground, by the stone benches, families who were sitting in small groups chatting all turned to look.
Seeing this, Sun Cuixia became even more excited.
She picked up her still-crying son, Da Hu, and held his chubby foot up for everyone to see.
"Everyone, come take a look! Come see!"
"This son of a capitalist's daughter, so young and already so ruthless!"
"Look at how he hit our Da Hu! It's all swollen! What if it's broken?!"
Where she pointed, there was only an inconspicuous red mark.
But in her words, it became a severe injury involving bones and tendons.
In Lin Wan Yi's arms, her daughter Gu Ning was startled by the shouting, shrinking in fear.
