Only Su Dan himself knew what he was truly thinking.
The sun was high in the sky before Su Dan finally emerged from his room.
The moment he came out, he saw Miao Fenghua in the courtyard, shooting him a harsh glare.
Su Dan remembered that he had hit Miao Fenghua yesterday and immediately slapped himself across the face.
"Mom, I was wrong. I was really wrong last night."
Yesterday, Su Dan had not only struck Miao Fenghua's head and face, but he had also kicked her in the waist, leaving a bruise that ached with the slightest movement.
She was furious and resentful. The son she had raised so preciously, whom she had held in her hands for fear of dropping and in her mouth for fear of melting, had actually laid a hand on her. The pain in her heart was far worse than the physical aches.
She hadn't slept a wink last night, crying every time she thought about it.
Unlike Su Xing and Su Li, Su Dan was the apple of her eye, her very lifeblood.
