Xia Youyang hung his head low, biting his lip and remaining silent, his small body quaking slightly.
Xia Liyou squatted before him, looking up at him attentively, "Youyang, why did you hit those boys? What did they say to you?"
Xia Youyang bit his lip, turned his face to the side, and muttered, "They deserved it; they had it coming. I did nothing wrong."
The capricious behavior of Xia Youyang shocked Xia Liyou for a moment.
A fog slowly crept into her eyes as she quietly said, "Youyang, you are not that kind of child. Please, tell me what they said to you. Is it true you hit them first?"
Xia Youyang stayed silent, his small heart remained unshaken—he didn't do anything wrong! He didn't regret fighting. They deserved it.
After questioning him for a long time without getting an answer, just when Xia Liyou was at a loss, the parents of the other two children arrived.
They were both mothers.
