Tang Yuan pulled his nephew into a secluded small side courtyard, where there were only two wide-mouthed water jars, and perhaps because the place was small and remote, there wasn't a single person in sight.
Tang Yuan stopped and looked at his little nephew. The side of his face that had been hit was already swollen high, and his nose was twitching, looking very pitiful.
After all, he's still just a four-year-old child who understands nothing.
Tang Yuan felt remorseful for being too harsh. He slowly squatted down, gently wiped the tear tracks at the corner of his eye with his fingertip, and said in an extremely gentle voice, "Yongyong, your second uncle shouldn't have treated you like that earlier. How about I apologize to you?"
Tang Yong stepped back a bit, clearly traumatized by the beating and somewhat frightened of him.
