As the saying went, you could hit someone anywhere but the face, and you shouldn't expose their weaknesses. Jiang Qiaoxi was at an age when tempers ran high. How could he bear being slapped in front of so many people?
Jiang Qiaoxi hadn't expected his own mother to slap him in front of so many people. He stared at Liang Hongfei in shock, his eyes filled with despair.
Seeing Jiang Qiaoxi like this immediately reminded Cen Xiaoman of the boy he'd once been, trapped in a dark cage and shrouded in gloom.
Cen Xiaoman didn't want the Jiang Qiaoxi she loved to lose his sunny, cheerful nature and become that depressed, taciturn boy again.
So Cen Xiaoman didn't have time to think. She bravely stepped out from behind her mother, stood in front of Jiang Qiaoxi, and said agitatedly, "Auntie, Jiang Qiaoxi is your son, not a toy.
"Why would you hear a couple of things from someone else and immediately condemn him?
"You even slapped him in front of the whole class and all these parents!
"Have you thought about how Jiang Qiaoxi feels?
"Are you really his mother?
"If you are, I don't think you should do something like this!"
When his mother had snuffed out one of the lights in his life just moments ago, Jiang Qiaoxi had felt as if the whole world had fallen silent. He'd seemed to return to a dark cage where he couldn't see a thing.
The dark cage was full of loneliness. Jiang Qiaoxi felt cold all over, and all he could see was bleak despair.
Just as Jiang Qiaoxi had reached the depths of despair, a little figure appeared in the dark cage, like a ray of dawn that showed him there was still hope.
Jiang Qiaoxi felt all his