Xiaohu continued to say vividly, "Dahu… his head hurts! Erhu… his hand hurts!"
What Xiaohu wanted to express was that the fatty had pushed him. In order to protect him, Dahu had hit him with his head. In order to protect Dahu, Erhu had picked up fruits and thrown them at him. The fruits were so prickly…
However, what the surrounding commoners understood was—not only did this child throw fruits at people, but he also hit one child's head and another child's hand.
Good lord, he was only seven years old. Could he bully others so easily?
Look at how wronged the three little fellows were?
The little fatty of the Hu family was furious. "You're talking nonsense! It was you… You bumped into me! You knocked me down! You even hit me!"
He couldn't tell which one had hit him. The three little fellows looked identical, and so did their hair and clothes. It was blinding.
Xiaohu placed his hands on his hips and stomped his feet. "No, you hit me first!"
