"Jiejie, it doesn't hurt anymore. Brother Zhihan has already applied the medicine."
Little Mo Chen patted his sister's hand in comfort.
Mo Roulan caressed the wound on his forehead gently and then held his arm to go out of the room.
In the living room, He Jian and Fang Zhihan were talking about something when their eyes fell on her. Mo Roulan ignored everyone else.
She made Mo Chen stand in front of the fat-middle-aged man and went inside the kitchen.
When she came back, there was a wooden road in her hands.
"Tell me where else did he hit you?"
Mo Chen was not afraid of his sister's cold eyes. He nodded his little head obediently and told her Jiejie that the man first pushed him because of which he hit his forehead. He also kicked him in his stomach two times.
With each and every word of her younger brother, Mo Roulan eyes became colder and colder.
