Only Shengsheng was filled with concern, her large eyes already beginning to brim with tears. She worried not only about her two brothers being beaten badly but also feared that their foster father might be angered to illness by them. She wanted to push the door open to intervene, but feared that would only make her foster father angrier and cause him to beat her brothers even harder.
"Dad, we'll write, we'll write, okay?" Zhenzhen, clutching his burning buttocks, reluctantly agreed with a pained expression.
How could he be willing to miss the Lantern Festival that he had been eagerly anticipating? No matter how unwilling or averse he was to admit wrongdoing, he didn't dare to butt heads with his own father at this moment.
Yun Zhao, too, covered his buttocks, nodding by his brother's side. In fact, his injuries were much lighter than Zhenzhen's. But seeing his brother in such pain, he felt too embarrassed to admit he was fine.