Jun Moyan lifted one of his sleeves and saw several bruises on his fair arm. He quickly lifted his other sleeve, finding the same bruises. Then, he pulled up both pant legs, and bruises were there too.
It seemed they were all caused by scuffles on the ground during a fight.
Jun Moyan looked at the large and small bruises scattered across him, gritting his teeth fiercely, his mind filled with murderous intent.
If it weren't for the fact that the opponent was just a kid about An'an's age, he might have already made sure the other party couldn't survive.
Jun Moyan forced himself to suppress the urge to kill as he lowered the pant legs, asking, "Where else are you hurt? Where does it hurt? Tell Daddy."
Jun Moyan's prior fierce, teeth-gritting demeanor scared the little guy. He thought Jun Moyan was angry with him.
"...Daddy, please don't be mad at An'an, okay? An'an knows he's wrong, An'an won't dare next time, An'an will obediently listen to Daddy."
