"Luckily, Ah Ling is fine," Ye Qingci said. "Otherwise, even if we sliced Mo Ya into a thousand pieces, it wouldn't help... In the end, it's my fault for not watching Ah Ling closely and letting him suffer like this."
"You're overthinking again!" Jian Shichu said. "Whose kid doesn't run around and make noise? Can we hold Ah Ling in our arms all the time and not let him run? In general, we were just unlucky this time. If we met someone sensible, we'd say sorry, and even if they didn't like it, they'd secretly curse us a bit, and it'd be over. But we just had to run into someone like Mo Ya, making our son suffer so much."
"Alright, let's not talk about it," Ye Qingci patted his back as she saw him getting angrier. "The good thing is Ah Ling is fine. This is a blessing in disguise. Don't be angry about it, and I won't bring it up again."
They originally thought that after this incident, the conflict with Mo Ya would come to an end here.
Who knew, something else happened that night.
