Ye Hao looked at the half of the child's face which was bloody red as well as the faintly perceivable fingerprints.
Suddenly, he looked extremely bad, and the veins on his arms stuck out.
"Who did it?" He roared angrily, meanwhile casting knife like look at Han Xue and Han Qing not far away.
"I did."
Xia Jingshu said aloud at this time.
Seeing that her son was going to beat them, she would like to see if he would even beat his own mom.
Ye Hao looked at his mother, the fury in his eyes turning into shock. He was shocked that his mother, who was always kind and friendly, should lay her hands on four-year-old Xixi.
"Mom, how can you beat your own granddaughter?" Ye Hao went to his mother's side angrily, his tone of questioning full of fury.
Xia Jingshu caressed her chest. Because of agitation, she was somewhat short of breath.
