"I'll go buy some water for Ou."
Lu Chenyuan worried that Ou might get thirsty from playing too much and wanted to check nearby for a place selling mineral water.
Mengmeng said, "They have it at the counter, I'll go."
In the playground, Lu Chenyuan faintly heard Ou crying, but he wasn't sure if it was him.
Ou rarely cries; he had hardly ever seen Ou shed tears.
Lu Chenyuan hurriedly took off his leather shoes to go inside and saw a crowd of people gathered by the ball pit.
Ou was sitting on the ground, continuously rubbing his arm and crying with red eyes.
Ou kept rubbing his arm; it hurt so much.
With tearful eyes, he glared at the uncle who had thrown him to the ground.
Lu Chenyuan squatted nervously beside Ou, helping him rub his arm, asking, "Where did you fall? Can you move your arm?"
Seeing daddy, Ou's lips pressed together in grievance, and he was about to cry again.
Boys aren't supposed to cry, but it was just too painful.
