The daughter couldn't bear to scold her, but it wasn't necessarily the same with her son.
Xing Ling hurriedly hung up the phone and frantically went to find her son.
Sure enough, she saw Junjun and Zhengzheng rolling on the ground, with Zhengzheng's face all red from being hit.
"Separate now!" Xing Ling, furious, stepped forward to pull them apart. She frowned at Haohao and Xibao who were standing by, "You two just stood there watching?"
Xibao and Haohao hung their heads with woeful expressions.
After Junjun and Zhengzheng were separated, both wore a defiant look on their faces.
"What's going on? Why are you fighting? Weren't you just playing around just now?" Xing Ling checked Zhengzheng's face, relieved it wasn't disfigured. Then she checked Junjun to see if he was injured anywhere.
"Mom, it's okay, fighting is normal," Zhengzheng comforted.
"How is it normal?" Xing Ling couldn't have been more speechless.
