Tang Zhimo was a little surprised to see Chu Wuyou, but there was also a hint of joy on his face. However, he was much calmer than Tang Zhixi. He stood still and did not move.
He was surprised that Chu Wuyou had come, but he was even more surprised when he saw that she did not have her disguise on.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âYouâre Tang Zhimoâs mother. Your son beat up my son. Youâve come at the right time. We have to settle this properly.â When the fat woman heard that Chu Wuyou was Tang Zhimoâs mother, she instantly became furious. She immediately rushed in front of Chu Wuyou, as if she could not wait to tear Chu Wuyou apart.
At that moment, she looked at Chu Wuyou with not only anger but also hatred. She hated beautiful women the most, vixens.
Only then did Tang Zhimo quickly walk in front of Chu Wuyou and used his small body to protect her.
When Chu Wuyou saw Tang Zhimoâs actions, her heart warmed. Her son was really too sensible.
âZhimo, whatâs going on?â Chu Wuyou ignored that woman. Instead, she squatted down and looked at Tang Zhimo. Then, she saw the injuries on his body.
At that moment, Chu Wuyouâs heart ached terribly. Her darling son was actually injured.
She knew that Tang Zhimo had always been sensible and would not take the initiate a fight. However, she still had to ask clearly. If it was really Tang Zhimoâs fault, she would definitely teach him a good lesson and apologize to the other party.
If someone bullied her son for no reason, she would definitely seek justice for her son.
âAsk him what happened? Isnât it obvious enough? He hit my son. Look at what he did to my son. Even now my son is still in so much pain that he canât stand up and is still crying.â The fat woman did not wait for Tang Zhimoâs reply, immediately, a âwicked person complained firstâ.
Chu Wuyou looked at the fat boy who was lying on the ground, rolling around and crying pathetically.
From the looks of it, the boy did not have a single scratch on his body. Moreover, the clothes he wore were neat, and he did not look like he had been hit at all.
The boy cried out in pain. It seemed like he was faking it like he was a shameless scammer.
On the contrary, Tang Zhimo was injured. There was a scratch on the back of Tang Zhimoâs hand, and it was even bleeding.
When Chu Wuyou first saw the injury on Tang Zhimoâs hand, her heart only ached. However, she suddenly realized that something was not quite right.
It was obvious that the fat boyâs pain was not fake. A five-year-old boy definitely would not act as if he was in pain, and the injury on Tang Zhimoâs hand was more like he had left it on purpose.
Therefore, Chu Wuyou was pretty sure that Tang Zhimo had really beaten the fat boy up.
With her seniors and Nangong Mu around, Tang Zhimo would have learned how to hit someone. He knew where it hurt the most, but he would not leave any marks.
Chu Wuyou felt sorry for the fat boy who was crying terribly. However, what made Chu Wuyou feel even more sorry was that the fat boyâs mother thought that her son was faking his pain, so she did not care about him at all.
In fact, if it was anyone else in this situation, they would probably think that the fat boy was feigning pain. They would think that he was being bullied and that the person who was being beaten was Tang Zhimo.
Under normal circumstances, if the other partyâs parents saw this comparison, they would definitely not pursue the matter. After all, Tang Zhimo looked much more âmiserableâ.
Tang Zhimoâs little friend probably had the same plan in the beginning.
However, Tang Zhimoâs little friend did not expect to meet a completely unreasonable bully.
A bully who knew that he was being unreasonable and still wanted to bully others.