This time, Chu Yihan taught him, normally his steps were steady, but now he was so scared that he started to falter.
"Shan Bao!"
When Chu Heng was unsteady, he instinctively shouted.
Shan Bao was just about to collapse to serve as a handrail, but Chu Yihan sternly ordered Shan Bao, "Don't help!"
"Ow~"
Shan Bao whimpered, hesitating to step forward. Chu Yihan glared at him again, prompting him to step back several steps. Chu Heng, who had been relying on Shan Bao to stabilize himself, suddenly —
Fell to the ground.
With a solid face plant, Chu Heng got a face full of dust, and his nose turned red. He instinctively wanted to cry.
He had just raised his head, a cry of "Mother" still stuck in his throat, only to see his father's expression had already turned as cold as glacial ice.
