Chiang Caijiao bit her lower lip and pulled up her sleeves.
"Sister Xiao, it hurts so much."
On her slender arm, there was a large area of bruising, shocking to behold.
Chiang Xiao was taken aback, "How did this happen to you?"
With red eyes brimming with tears, Chiang Caijiao turned to glance at her front door and whispered, "Sister Xiao, can I talk about it inside your house?"
After all, she was just a nine-year-old child.
Chiang Xiao opened the door to let her in.
In recent days, Ge Liutao and Chiang Songhai had gone to town early in the morning. Her bed and desk chair were ready, and they had gone to tidy things up. Chiang Songhai was also going to follow up the mountain, while after Ge Liutao had finished, she would join Liu Pei and Ge Xiaotong in doing crafts.
Originally, they were not at ease leaving Chiang Xiao home alone. However, Chiang Xiao had school during the day and only had to fend for herself at noon.
