"Ah? Am I really that terrible?"
"Yes, you are, because you lost the child!"
"The child... is lost?"
The girl sitting in front of the dressing table widened her eyes in shock: "Are you talking about Xiaobao?"
Ou Mucen nodded, "Yes, what kind of mother are you? Losing your own child. If it wasn't for me, our son would have been kidnapped by traffickers."
As he spoke, the man who was clumsily combing the woman's hair, felt some lingering resentment.
You would think that as a mother, that would be enough, but no, if it weren't for Little Baozi being clever and running into me, wouldn't things have been terrible? Wouldn't my son be gone?
Ou Mucen, still angry about the incident, increased the force in his hands a bit, causing the woman under his hands to cry out, "Ouch... ouch, that hurts, be gentle!"
"Feeling pain now?"
"No kidding, why don't you try pulling your own hair?"
