Qi Congming had not only the fresh burns on his body, but also scabs, healed scabs, and bruises of various kinds everywhere, almost piling scar upon scar. Except for the parts that were easily seen by others, there wasn't much unscarred skin left on his body.
Had she not seen it with her own eyes, Ye Xinyan couldn't have imagined that such a small body could bear so many scars, that such a young child could endure such torture, and still handle daily chores for that pack of jackals in that house.
Qi Younian was also furious, muttering bitterly to himself, "That third brother of mine has raised a family of beasts."
Nanny Jin looked at Qi Congming with a heart full of pain. Not to mention his injuries, he was so dirty he almost seemed to be peeling or crumbling. She tremulously asked Ye Xinyan, "Ye Zi, should we wash him first?"