Xiao Moli returned home after dealing with business at the company. His eyes first swept towards the kitchen - no one was there.
He looked at the time and his face grew even sicker.
Great, not only had she gone out with some strange man for so long, she even dared not to come home to cook dinner.
Xiao Yining heard the noise and came out of his room, glancing behind him, "Where's my mommy?"
"I don't know."
Xiao Moli irritably sat on the sofa, picked up the remote, and began fiddling with his TV.
It was only then that Xiao Yining noticed the scratch marks on Xiao Moli's hands and neck. Smiling out of Schadenfreude, he said, "Mommy beat you up, didn't she? Hmph, it serves you right for not bringing me to cheer Mommy on."
Domestic violence? Xiao Moli's forehead throbbed in irritation and he rolled up his sleeves, saying coldly,
"I can give you a taste of domestic violence right now."
