Pressured by Li Xun's tears, Hua Manman had no choice but to unwrap the silk handkerchief, revealing the wound on her palm.
The wound had already been medicated, but after all the recent commotion, the ointment had been rubbed off. Trickles of fresh blood were now seeping from the injury, making it look quite frightening.
Seeing this, Li Xun shot to his feet, rushed to his mother, and asked anxiously.
"Mother, how did you get hurt? Who bullied you?"
"No one bullied me," Hua Manman said. "I just fell and hurt myself by accident."
Li Xun had been falling and getting scraped up since he was little, so he was an expert on such injuries. He could tell at a glance that this wound wasn't from a fall at all.
He yelled in frustration.
"You're lying to me again! It's not from a fall! Someone must have bullied you! Tell me who it was, and I'll get revenge for you!"
Hua Manman had originally thought children were easy to fool.
But this child in front of her was incredibly sharp.
