"You got into a fight." Song qingxiao's words were not a question, but a confirmation.
Through her divine sense, she saw the scene of the child being surrounded and beaten up.
"Yes." He nodded, but then he was a little depressed.
"So you know."
He remembered the 'mark' that song qingxiao had mentioned. Since she could hear what he said to others, she might have seen him being beaten up by his companions.
This made him feel a little embarrassed and angry.
"Why won't you help me?"
"Why should I help you?" Her calm question caused the child, who was trying to hold back, to explode.
"You're my mother!"
"Fake!" Song qingxiao replied lightly, " you're lying to me even when you told me your name.
"But ... But I really did call you mother!" He was so angry that he squatted in front of the jar, his little body shaking.
"Then mother is going to help me!"
