"What do you mean, old injuries?" Mother Song exchanged a look with Father Song and said with a smile, "Kids are mischievous when they're young. Bumps and scrapes are normal. Who doesn't have a few scars?"
"Take the wound on her hand—that was from when she accidentally broke some glass and fell on it…"
"Comrade Song, Mr. Yan, there's no need to hide anything," Aunt Liu couldn't stand it any longer, frowning as she spoke. "We're mothers. You think we don't know what normal childhood scrapes look like?"
"There isn't an unblemished spot on Comrade Xia Zhaoyun's body! You Song Family are truly heartless. How could you bring yourselves to harm such a beautiful, well-behaved child? Or did you already know she wasn't your real daughter?"
