Qin Yinyin cried out in pain, and Qin Yan, startled, withdrew her hand and said softly, "I'm sorry, baby, Mommy hurt you."
Qin Yinyin shook her head and said obediently, "Mommy, Yinyin is not in pain."
She had always been very sensible, which pained Qin Yan's heart, especially when faced with the little one's injuries. Hearing Qin Yinyin's words, she tried to soften her voice and asked,
"Yinyin, what did you mean about fighting?"
Qin Yinyin's little face paused, her bright red lips puckered, her white teeth tightly clenching her lower lip, and a flicker of guilt passed through her dark eyes.
Qin Yan's tone couldn't help but become a bit anxious, "Did you get into a fight at school?"
Her voice rose slightly, and Qin Yinyin mistook it for Qin Yan being angry; her eyes clouded with fear.