Sun Yuting was so busy demanding justice for her son that she didn't notice Ye Xi's arrival.
She held her son's arm, pointing at his face and said, "Yangyang has been beaten up like this, and you still won't admit it?"
Ye Xi also glanced at the boy called Yangyang.
The little boy was slim and tall for his age, maybe six or seven years old, wearing a thick black woolen coat. His skin was so pale it hardly looked healthy, and his hair, slick with oil, was a complete mess. Had it not been for that, he would have resembled a little gentleman.
But that little gentleman looked rather pitiful at the moment, not only because there was a break in the skin on his cheek but also because there was a wad of paper stuffed up one of his nostrils, with blood smeared around the corner of his mouth.
Although Sun Yuting was directing her anger at Aunt Wang's family, the little boy's eyes were glued fiercely on Lu Youheng.
