Just a moment ago, the valley rafting competition had ended, without winning the championship, Josie appeared slightly disappointed. Liang Weining hadn't had the chance to comfort him before she received a work call.
By the time she had handled it and returned, the situation had already spiraled out of control.
Josie had gotten into a conflict with someone, who was the son of the company's Deputy General Manager Liao. The boy was twelve years old, stoutly built, and of similar height.
Both children had scratches on their faces, and Mrs. Liao was somewhat emotional, hurriedly calling for a doctor.
The boy stood silently aside, allowing Liang Weining to frown as she examined his wounds and softly asked him, "Are there injuries anywhere else?"
Josie shook his head gloomily.
"It's okay." Liang Weining soothed, ruffling his hair, "Let's go to the medical room first, we can talk about everything else later."
"Daddy will be angry."
"No, he won't, this isn't your fault."
