Shui Anluo returned to the guest room where the little darling was lying on the bed and gurgling without fussing or crying.
Shui Anluo was not the type of person to wallow in remorse but her heart still ached when she remembered her father's actions in the hospital.
"Mother, he hit me today," Shui Anluo whispered as tears dripped onto the back of her hand. She had not cried when Shui Moyun had hit her nor had she cried when she left the hospital. She also did not cry when she was slapped in the supermarket.
However, there was no one here now so she could show her weakness to her son.
Shui Moyun had not only hit her face but her heart as well.
Frankly speaking, Shui Anjiao's bullying was also reluctantly accepted by Shui Moyun.
