Hearing again that he was Sha Sha's father, Zhang Bo's mouth twitched.
Did he look that old?
Sha Sha was little, but if he had a daughter her age, he'd probably have been arrested by now.
Zhang Bo pulled his hand back.
He glanced casually at the back of it.
It was a little red.
He'd thought a little girl like her would hit softly.
He hadn't expected her to have some real strength.
He hadn't felt much.
But...
He looked at the little girl across from him.
No wonder that child had been crying so miserably just now.
She really had been hurt.
Child's Mom froze.
Even the little girl in her arms stopped sobbing.
Little Guy instinctively touched the back of her hand.
Her features scrunched up.
The woman noticed and a flicker of pain crossed her eyes.
She hugged her child.
Then she looked at Zhang Bo.
"Your child hit my child."
Zhang Bo hesitated for a second, wondering whether to explain that Sha Sha wasn't his child...
He nodded with a wry smile. "I know."
He gave up on explaining.
"I'm very sorry."
"I don't need your apology."
Child's Mom shook her head.
"I'm not unreasonable."
"It's normal for children to squabble."
The red mark on her child's hand had almost faded under her rubbing.
"She just needs to apologize."
"Have your child apologize to mine."
"Then we can put this behind us."
She had brought her child out to have fun.
She didn't want this trip to leave her with any bad memories.
The mushroom-haired girl's mother was making a perfectly reasonable request.
Her understanding attitude lifted Zhang Bo's increasingly sour mood a little.
But...
Seeing Sha Sha keep walking forward without a care, Zhang Bo frowned.
"Chen Shasha."
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