The little boy didn't immediately respond to He Zhilan's question. Instead, he cautiously looked up at his mother, who towered over him. Seeing his mother subtly shaking her head at him, he lowered his head, biting his lip. After a while, he finally spoke again, "Mom won't let me talk."
But before He Zhilan could ask anything else, the boy suddenly exclaimed, "But I want to say it! It was the bad guy who hit us! It's his fault mom and I are like this! He hits us every day, doesn't give us food! Doesn't let us out! He's a bad guy!"
"Bad guy?" He Zhilan was startled, then gestured to the boy, "Tell me, who is this bad guy? Do you want me to drive him away?"
Perhaps encouraged by He Zhilan's words, the boy pushed his mother away, ran over, grabbed He Zhilan's hand, and led her to the balcony, pointing down, he exclaimed, "He jumped off from here! He's gone! Sister, can you take me and mom away? If he comes back, he will hit me and mom again! Sister, mom and I are very obedient!"
