Shen Xin and Ding Yuwei frowned at the same time.
Zhu Yuchen clenched his fists and pursed his lips, his eyes wide and round. He looked exactly like a child who had been scolded by his parents—defiant but not daring to talk back, bottling up all his frustration.
The crucial part was what he had said.
For a child to say things like his mom should be arrested, that she was a bad woman.
Shen Xin couldn't help but feel it was somewhat cruel.
'So much for "a mother's love is best," huh?'
"Hey there, why do you say that?" Shen Xin asked, squatting down.
"She just is. She's a bad woman."
Zhu Yuchen just repeated himself, his cheeks puffed with indignation.
As Shen Xin was about to say more, Ding Yuwei held up a hand to stop him. "Why don't I ask him?" she whispered.
She figured that as a woman, she might have an easier time connecting with the child.
"No, it's better if I do it."
