"Tell Uncle, how did you get the injury on your arm?" Chu Mo's voice was very gentle, without any tone of interrogation.
Chu Mo tried to make himself sound like a close friend to Lingling, asking softly.
"Uncle... I... I'm really okay," Lingling still shook her head, reluctant to reveal anything.
"Lingling, what exactly happened? Have you been bullied by someone? Please tell Mommy," Yang Hui's voice carried a bit of urgency, the kind filled with heartache.
"Mommy, Lingling is really okay," Lingling bit her little lip, but her eyes began to well up with tears.
It was apparent that Lingling must have suffered a great grievance.
"Lingling, can you tell Uncle everything? Uncle will help you solve all your problems, do you trust Uncle?" Chu Mo stroked Lingling's little head, his voice very gentle, like a warm older brother.
"Uncle, Lingling... Lingling really can't say," Lingling was still hesitant, but her little face showed a touch of emotion.
She seemed to be wavering.