Wu Tao's face was a mask of fury. "Don't ask. Today was just the worst."
"Did someone beat you up, or did you fall?" Mrs. Wu asked, full of concern as she helped Wu Tao onto the sofa. "Where are you hurt?"
As she spoke, she ordered Mr. Wu, "Quick, bring over the Jingwanhong."
"No, no, I'll be fine after I rest a bit." Wu Tao had fallen on his rear, and he was too embarrassed to let his mother see. As for Su Qing's kick, he was wearing thick winter clothes, and she had controlled her strength. So, while it had sent him flying, it hadn't actually injured him.
"Oh dear, what on earth happened? How did you go out for a bit and come back hurt?" The Wu Family had three children. With their two daughters married off, only Wu Tao, their youngest son, remained. Naturally, Mrs. Wu doted on him completely.
