It's just that his arms were too short and he couldn't reach Yan Chuwei at all.
But flapping like this still made Yan Chuwei so angry that she lost her patience.
"Speak!" Yan Chuwei pinched the flesh of his cheeks hard.
The little guy was twitching in pain, and his hands had little strength. Yan Chuwei suddenly let go and threw the little guy to the ground. Then there was a "bang" sound, and the little guy was thrown by Yan Chuwei and hit a chair not far away.
The back of his head and back were all hit hard.
The chair was knocked over, and the back of the little guy's head was swollen. There was a faint smell of blood coming out.
He didn't know if it came from the back of the head or the cheeks. The little guy gritted his teeth and said nothing. He raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face. There was blood on both cheeks.
With such a touch, the blood and tears immediately became a lump, and a bloody paste spread on the face, turning the snow-white face that was originally like a pink dumpling into a mess.
"Do you think they won't come if you don't speak?" Yan Chuwei walked up to the little guy, squatted down and grabbed the little guy's collar, and then picked him up again.
"Just like your mother, self-righteous and pretentious!"
Seeing his stubborn and forbearing look, Yan Chuwei got angry! Yan Chuwei raised her hand and slapped the little guy on the face.
A heavy, "slapping" sound was transmitted directly through the phone. "Don't hit him! Don't hit him! Don't hit him!" Gu Nian shouted anxiously, tears streaming down his face.
Even if the little guy didn't make a sound, it didn't prove that the person on the other end of the phone was Little Millet Cake.
But Gu Nian still believed it, believing that Little Millet Cake was there.
The loud crashing sound earlier had already made her heart skip a beat. Hearing this slap now, Gu Nian's heart felt as if someone had grabbed her hard. It was being squeezed and twisted all the time, and the pain was severe.
Yan Lui turned the phone on loudspeaker, and the little guy clearly heard Gu Nian's cry, which was also full of tears.
The little guy who had been holding it back burst into tears all of a sudden, crying silently with his mouth open.
"Mom!" He wanted to call his mother, but he made no sound, just a breathy sound in his throat. "If you don't speak out anymore, and you won't speak out anymore, I will silence you right now!" Yan Chuwei said viciously.
"Don't hurt him!" Gu Nian immediately shouted, "If you want us to do as you say, don't hurt him!"
"Originally, you don't have much choice, do you?" The voice with changed voice was mechanically transmitted from the phone.
"Little Millet Cake, talk to mother and let me know it's you, Little Millet Cake!" Gu Nian shouted desperately. Gu Nian's heart was clenched, and she couldn't help it, so she cried.
Shouting with a cry.
Yan Chuwei slapped his face with another slap, hitting the other side of the little guy's face.
The little guy felt that the teeth at the back were a little loose, and the taste of blood in his mouth filled the tip of his tongue. "Speak! You'd better prove that you are in our hands. Otherwise, I will cut off one of your hands and send it to your parents to let them know that you are with us." Yan Chuwei said sharply.
Although Gu Nian already believed it now, there was no need to prove anything anymore.
It coukd be said that Yan Chuwei just liked to torture Gu Nian's son like this, liked to see him scared and see him cry.
She was happy!
"Little Millet Cake!" Gu Nian shouted, "Little Millet Cake, how are you?"
Being beaten and tortured by Yan Chuwei, the little guy's little heart was already on the verge of collapse.
He was too scared and couldn't wait to see his father, his mother, and go home. Hearing Gu Nian's voice, the little guy collapsed.
Finally, he cried out: "Mom!"
"Mom is here, Little Millet Cake, mom is here." Gu Nian's heart ached so much that she felt unspeakable despair.
The little guy was somewhere she couldn't see or touch. Just now, she heard with her own ears the whole process of being beaten, so hard.
Gu Nian's whole body started to twitch with pain. Ever since the little guy was born, she had never been willing to spank him.
The little guy was sensible, but occasionally naughty.
Gu Nian would reason with him, and he would listen. The most severe punishment was just being forced to stand, but it never caused the little guy any physical pain.
But now, the little guy was suffering like that in the hands of evil people. The other party did not show mercy at all just because the child was young.
What a cruel heart and bad person that was!
How could they deal such a heavy blow to such a small child!
"Little Millet Cake, are you injured?" Gu Nian asked crying. "Mom, don't cry, Little Millet Cake is not injured." The little guy said, but he still cried, and when he cried hard, he started to hiccup.
The little guy raised his hand and wiped his tears indiscriminately. His face was covered with tears and blood, and the corners of his mouth were stained with blood.
The little guy smiled a little, as if to increase his credibility. Even through the phone, Gu Nian couldn't see it at all. Even if he moved the corner of his mouth, it hurt terribly.
The little guy also pretended to be relaxed and said: "Little Millet Cake is crying because I miss mom. Little Millet Cake is not injured, so don't be sad mom."
The comfort of a child was so simple and shallow. Who among the adults standing around Chu Zhaoyang's phone would believe it?
Everyone couldn't help crying. Such a young child, yet so sensible.
He was afraid that Gu Nian would be sad, afraid that she would be worried. Even though he was beaten so badly, he insisted on saying that he was fine.
But the child, the more sensible he was, the more distressing he was.