Compared to the previous sharpness, Yu Xiaobao now appeared quite aggrieved, like a victim.
Her eyes, as clear as grapes, remained fixed on Yu Anwan as she muttered, "Mommy, I didn't hit someone without reason."
"Mommy knows, but you should still tell Mommy why, right?" Yu Anwan squatted down, maintaining eye contact with Yu Xiaobao, and asked patiently.
Yu Xiaobao pouted, expressing her frustration. "I have a daddy, but he insisted that I don't have one."
Yu Anwan raised an eyebrow, showing no visible reaction.
Yu Xiaobao had heard such comments often in London. Except for an initial burst of anger, she had become immune to such remarks over time.
Hence, the absence of a reaction from Yu Xiaobao indicated that this wasn't the reason behind her actions.
Yu Anwan didn't rush her. Instead, she waited patiently.
