Chen Gang's eyes were brimming with grievance, which quickly retracted.
Chen Gang pursed his lips stubbornly and managed not to cry.
"Xiao Yue, Xiao Jun, let's go home." Tang Zhengde said as he walked home, pulling Tang Jun with him.
Zhang Hualian also followed them home.
"Xiao Jun, Xiao Yue, where are you hurt?" As soon as Tang Zhengde got home, he lit a firewood fire to warm up the room. He opened Tang Jun's clothes and started checking him, seeing his body bruised blue and purple, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.
"Dad, I also kicked Chen Gang and Chen Lie quite a bit." Tang Jun said cautiously, afraid that Tang Zhengde would scold him like Uncle.
"Good boy, Xiao Jun, you did the right thing by protecting your sister today. But when you fight two by yourself, that's a disadvantage. Luckily your sister was there today. What if she hadn't been there? What would you do?" Tang Zhengde inhaled deeply and said with heartfelt concern.
