He tried to stop him, but Ye Xingli dodged and hit himself harder.
"Uncle!" Xiao Shumiao suddenly entered crying, threw herself into Ye Xingli's arms, and hugged his neck.
Fearing he might hurt Xiao Shumiao, Ye Xingli stopped.
"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Shumiao wiped the blood from the corner of Ye Xingli's mouth with her hand. Tears continuously fell like beads off a broken string.
"Uncle made a mistake." Ye Xingli's face was severely swollen, making his speech unclear.
He didn't want Xiao Shumiao to see his abject condition, so he pressed her face into his chest. "Don't cry, Xiao Shumiao, Uncle doesn't hurt."
"It hurts! It hurts!" Xiao Shumiao struggled out of his arms, tearfully looking at Gu Junzhu, "Dad, can you stop hitting Uncle? Uncle knows his mistake. Mom says that kids who realize their mistakes should be educated verbally, not physically punished."
A hint of warmth appeared on Gu Junzhu's stern face, beckoning Xiao Shumiao, "Come here."
