"No, nothing happened," Little Shitou stammered as he replied, darting off in a flash.
In the yard, Yang Ming and Xiaoxiao exchanged a glance; this kid was definitely bullied outside. As they were unsure of what to do, they saw Little Shitou running out again with clothes in his hands, heading straight for the kitchen.
Seeing this, Yang Ming and Xiaoxiao quickly followed him into the kitchen and saw Little Shitou fetching water as if he was about to wash up.
For this child, Xiaoxiao always felt a pang of sympathy. "Little Shitou, did you get into a fight outside?"
Little Shitou had been in such a hurry that he didn't notice his uncle and aunt had followed him in. Hearing her voice, he looked up abruptly, and the water dipper in his hand fell to the ground with a thud. "I...!"
Xiaoxiao handed the child over to Yang Ming and walked to Little Shitou, "Come here, let me take a look."
