The boy's cracked, injured lips curled up slightly as he asked, "Why did she do that?"
He had met other parents who were very good to their children, but why did she have to treat him like this?
Xia Muqing didn't know how to answer and could only say, "This isn't your fault. Not all parents in this world are qualified."
The boy's eyes flickered before turning silent. "Sister, I'm sorry. I've implicated you."
Xia Muqing shook her head.
The next day when someone came to deliver food, Xia Muqing knocked them unconscious. She was so tired that her hands were shaking.
She asked the boy, "Can you climb over the wall?"
Xia Muqing had shown him the wall beside the pile of straw and he nodded.
Xia Muqing changed into the servant's clothes, opened the door and walked out.
She shouted, "Quick, catch them! They escaped and ran in that direction."
