Sun Jia dabbed a cotton swab with medicine and helped Shen Yu clean the small piece of broken skin on his face. She didn't know if Shen Yu did it on purpose, but when Sun Jia touched it, he hissed as if he was in extreme pain.
Although Sun Jia liked to scold the boys at home, her heart still ached.
After applying the medicine, she turned to Mr. Liang and said angrily, "What's wrong with you? You can't hit his face even if you're angry. What if he's really disfigured? He still has to rely on his face to make a living."
Shen Yu sat beside Sun Jia and looked at Mr. Liang gloatingly.
Mr. Liang gritted his teeth at him. Because Sun Jia was around, he didn't dare to do anything to him. However, he was still angry, so he softly said, "When did I deliberately hit him on his face? This brat is a loach and is very cunning. I only hit him once. He dodged and I accidentally slapped him in the face."
