"What else could it be! She hit me," Mrs. Sheng said indignantly, pointing at Mrs. Gu across from her.
Mr. Sheng: ...
He shouldn't have asked. One was his wife, the other was Jiaojiao's biological mother. How was he supposed to handle this perfectly?
"Mom, why is your face so swollen?" Gu Jiaojiao only noticed her mother's swollen face when she heard Mr. Sheng ask.
A large crowd of onlookers had gathered, so Su Shuochi couldn't get his wheelchair through. The backpack, meanwhile, was with him.
Gu Jiaojiao had no choice but to help her mother walk away from the crowd. "Mom, let's go put some medicine on that."
"Jiaojiao, I'm fine. It doesn't hurt at all," Mrs. Gu said, seeing the worried look on her daughter's face.
"It's so swollen, how could it not hurt? Let's go get it treated first."
Gu Jiaojiao didn't know why her mother would come to the Sheng Family's courtyard to pick a fight.
