"What's wrong?" Qianning asked. She looked over her adorable child and noticed a small red scratch on Lele's arm.
Lele said, "I fought with Pan Hao, and he even cried because of me."
Upon hearing this, Qianning's face immediately darkened, and she said sternly, "That's not being brave, that's bad behavior. Now tell Mom why did you hit someone?" Qianning's tone was very harsh, and Lele, who was just giggling moments ago, was suddenly frightened, almost on the verge of tears.
Before she could speak, tears had already started rolling down her cheeks: "He... he said I don't have a... dad... said my dad... won't come to school to be with me... said... said I'm... I'm a wild child."
Having finished speaking, Lele looked up at Qianning with fearful eyes. But Qianning's anger was gradually replaced by a surge of heartache. Qianning secretly sighed and gently hugged the child.
Then Lele dared to ask, "Mom, am I a wild child? Do I have a dad?"