"When did they say bad things about Mother?"
When Ye Muyu asked this, Chu Jin lowered his head and tugged at the corner of his shirt, unwilling to say anything more.
"What happened?" Ye Muyu patted his head and asked directly, "Is it because you fell into the river last time?"
"Mother, how did you know?" Chu Jin raised his head abruptly. There was some shock in his clear eyes. After thinking about it, his expression turned ugly. "Did you hear those people badmouthing you?"
"You don't like them because they said bad things about Mother? Can you tell Mother what you think in detail?" Ye Muyu had a rough idea of what was going on, but the knot in his heart would only dissipate if the child said it himself.
If there was something, he would hide it in his heart. The more he thought about it, the worse it would be.
