Chu Wuyou had always been curious. Her darling Zhimo had always been sensible. How could he hit someone for no reason? The reason turned out to be that his family was insulted.
She understood Zhimo. He had always been protective. Someone had mocked him, Zhixi, and even her. It would be unusual if Zhimo could tolerate it.
However, that fat boy was only five years old. How could a five-year-old child suddenly say such words.
If it was not for adults teaching them, it was impossible for a child to know these words.
Chu Wuyou naturally did not miss the flash of guilt in the fat woman's eyes.
The fat woman's guilty conscience at that moment was enough to prove that the issue was not simple. It was not just a matter of two children fighting.
At that point, Chu Wuyou's gaze was no longer as indifferent as before. Instead, her expression turned unfriendly, that it was enough to make one's hair stand on end.
