Cao Daqiang also rushed over.
He was panting, sweat beading on his temples, his face a mask of anxiety.
But to everyone else, it looked incredibly fake.
"Well, well. He's finally getting what he deserves, isn't he?"
"Exactly. His daughter gets one little scrape, and he'll raise hell for three days and nights. Now she's actually gone missing, and he finally remembers to act worried? Where was he earlier?"
"He coddles her like she's a little goddess. He has to blow on her food until it's cool before he'll feed it to her, and the slightest bump is a life-or-death emergency! And he still dares to let his kid play with others? Does he really think other people's children are such pushovers? That you can just pinch them and they'll break, without even fighting back?"
More and more people gathered, drawn by the news, forming a thick, multi-layered circle.
The spit flying from their mouths nearly drowned Cao Daqiang in a sea of words.
