Ou Shihua opened his mouth dryly, speechless, because, by common sense, it was indeed impossible for a mother to harm her own child. His wife had always doted on their precious son more than he did, to the point that sometimes he couldn't bear to watch, feeling she was spoiling the child too much.
"Of course, I'm not saying it was you who did it, just—" Ou Shihua paused here, suddenly recalling a flaw in her words, "You said Yanan was hit by someone? Who hit him?"
Ou Chunhua didn't expect his mind to turn so quickly and blamed herself for speaking too hastily and letting her words slip.
"Who was it?" Ou Shihua asked angrily, hands on his hips.
Regardless of who dared to hurt his son, he certainly wouldn't let it go!
Ou Chunhua secretly swallowed and, with a quick wit, said, "It was that person, of course."
"Which person?"
"The one with the last name Gu."
Ou Shihua was momentarily taken aback: "What did you say? Which Gu?"
