Gong Yexiao ignored the little fellow and walked to the kitchen. He saw a woman washing vegetables. She wore a long white T-shirt and her hair was tied up casually. She looked as if she had just left the school. She was pure and clean.
As soon as Cheng Lanyue turned around, she saw that he was squinting at her. She ignored him and was a little annoyed. Then she said, "Go to accompany your son!"
"You don't have to accompany your son. How is your wound? Does it still hurt?"
"It hurts a little." Cheng Lyuyue didn't want to force herself, so she admitted the pain.
"Don't worry, you won't suffer pain in vain."
"What do you mean?" Cheng Liting raised his eyebrows and asked curiously.
"Nothing." Gong Yexiao didn't want to tell her now that someone would apologize to her tomorrow.