In the past, even if he did fight with other people outside, even if he was injured, Mommy would not care about anything.

Mommy will only drink wine and watch TV, or she will keep talking about her former scenery...

"come on, I'll give you medicine." Ling still took the little guy back to his room, then took the medicine box and carefully gave Hao Jifei the medicine.

Hao Jifei doesn't say a word, but Ling still smears the ointment on him.

"If it hurts, say it." Ling is still afraid that his hand gesture of smearing medicine is too heavy. The little guy is in pain, but he doesn't say it.

Hao Jifei pursed his little lip. I don't know why, he felt the pain, as if it was not so painful... Is it because of the medicine? Or... Because of aunt Ling?

The next day, the swelling on Hao Jifei's face had not subsided. Ling still wanted to ask for a few days' leave for the little guy. When he got well, he would go to kindergarten.

But Hao Jifei insisted on going to kindergarten.

So Ling still had to send him to the kindergarten, and said hello to the kindergarten teacher, asking the teacher to help pay more attention to the little guy.

During the lunch break, a teacher came to Hao Jifei's little bed and patted him gently to signal him to get up.

Hao Jifei got out of bed, followed the teacher out of the classroom, and then came to a room.

In the room, he saw the man who claimed to be his father again!

Shen Weifang looks at his bruised son in front of him and suddenly feels uncomfortable. Although the current situation is favorable for him to take the little guy back to the Shen family, after all, the more miserable he is in the Yi family, the more willing he is to leave.

However, he still has a kind of inexplicable pain.

Is it because of this child, connected with his blood? Because he is his only son!

"You look really ugly now. You were beaten by the servants' children of the Yi family." Shen Weifang said that although he didn't stay at Yi's house, the news he should know was the same.

Hao Jifei looked at each other warily, like a kitten full of vigilance.

"You don't have a good reputation in the Yi family now! Everyone said that you pushed Zhuo Yan down the stairs. Even if you kept saying it wasn't you, you didn't have any persuasion. No one believed what you said, right? " Shen Weifang said.

In Hao Jifei's eyes similar to Shen Weifang's, there was a flash of sadness. Then the original tense guard turned into a kind of frustration, and his little head drooped.

"Even the children of a servant dare to beat you because you are inferior to them in their eyes." Shen Weifang squatted down, looked at his son and said, "but if you are the young master of the Shen family, and you can be on an equal footing with Yi Qianjin and Yi Qianmo, how many people dare to do this to you?"

The little guy's body trembled slightly.

"Do you want to stay in the Yi family or go back to the Shen family with me?" He asked, "when I get back to the Shen family, no one dares to look down on you any more, and no one dares to say that you are the son of a criminal!"

Hao Jifei slowly raised his head and looked at the person in front of him. The other person's words were full of bewitching and made him want to agree.

He doesn't want to be despised or looked down upon, and he doesn't want to hear people scold him that he is a criminal's child, so he will be a criminal.