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Even though he explained for so long, Xiaoqi continued to cry. In a moment of furry, Huo Ci turned and stormed away. The mother and son were definitely out to anger him to death.
When Ling Sheng was back, there was no one in the living room. However, she could hear Xiaoqi's sobs coming from his room. After hurrying to knock on his door, she said, "Xiaoqi, Mummy's back. Open the door."
Why wasn't he asleep this late? What had made him cry?
Xiaoqi let out another loud cry, his throat turning hoarse as he knocked hard from the inside of the room. He tried to scream, but no voice was coming out. "Mummy!"
Ling Sheng looked for the key and opened the door. When she saw the little fella's swollen eyes, her heart hurt as though it had been stabbed. The little fella could not even speak. "What's wrong? Tell Mummy what happened!"
Xiaoqi hugged her tightly as his little body began to tremble uncontrollably. He remained silent in her embrace.