The little brother's cries echoed in the room as Xu Mumu put down the book in her hand to check on him. The little fellow had woken up and wanted to get off the bed but fell in the process.
At that moment, Madam Chen was holding him and trying to soothe him; his cries were loud and clear.
"Where did he hurt himself?" Xu Mumu asked, looking at grandma with concern. The little guy's face was covered in tears, looking quite pitiful.
"He scraped a bit of skin on his foot," Madam Chen said, clearly feeling sorry for him.
"I'll go get some alcohol to wipe it for him." Xu Mumu turned around to fetch the alcohol.
"No need, that stuff stings more when it touches a wound." Madam Chen refused outright, carrying the little guy outside to wash the scraped area on his foot with clean water.
Xu Mumu didn't stop her, knowing that if they really used alcohol to clean it, the little guy would probably cry even louder.
