"Why didn't they take you back and arrest you?" the little girl raised her immature face and asked in confusion.

Then, she took out a handkerchief from her pocket, lowered her head, held his knee with her soft little hands, and concentrated on gently wiping the blood that was slowly seeping out of him.

"Because I don't want to go back!" The boy bit his lip, his face full of strong rebellion and resistance.

I thought of my mother's devilish ferocity, her ruthless whip, the red and purple bruises, and the occasional blood stains.

"Brother Junhao, don't you miss your mother?" the little girl asked, raising her pretty face.

"No, I don't want to go back at all! I don't want to step into that house!" Unusually indifferent and angry.

"Why don't you want to go home?" The little girl who was not familiar with the world couldn't understand.

"Because she abused me! Imprisoned me!" There was thick anger in his eyes, and the words coming out of his mouth were as cold as silk: "I hate her!"

The little girl frowned, and her heart was filled with pain that was inconsistent with her age: "Brother Junhao, are the scars on your body caused by her?"

He nodded.

"Why, why is she so cruel to her son?" Thinking of her mother's meticulous care for her, she was puzzled.

"I don't know either!" The boy shook his head in pain.

"You can beg Uncle Tang and ask him to continue letting you stay with us!" the little girl begged timidly.

"It's my mother who wants to take me back. It's useless to beg him. Many times he still listens to his mother!" The little boy stared into the distance with resentful eyes.

Although he cannot understand the grudges and grudges between adults, this extremely smart little boy can easily decipher the looks between adults in this special family.

In the Tang Group, the person who really holds the real power is not his father, but the mother with a frosty face who tortures him like a nightmare.

"What should we do? Brother Junhao!" the little girl cried "Wow".

"Shh!" The little boy hurriedly blocked the little girl's mouth. "The enemies will be attracted by you!"

He rolled his eyes again, raised his ears, and peered, until there was no movement, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then when you go home, you must remember to think about Pan'er," she begged in a childish voice, staring at him closely with her delicate and flowery little face, she was so afraid that something would block their thoughts.
Chapter completed!