After hearing what he said, Lin Xiaoxiao's expression could no longer be described as cold. Little Milk Bag was frightened by Lin Xiaoxiao's expression and said quickly.

"Sister, I'll run faster next time so they can't catch me. Don't be angry."

Lin Xiaoxiao relaxed her expression, squatted down and looked at the milk bag, and said softly: "Sister is not angry with you, you are still young and can't beat them, so running away is the right thing to do. A hero never suffers a loss in front of him. But you can't let others bully you and go home without telling me, understand?"

Little Milk Bag nodded heavily, "Yeah."

"The water here is cold. I'll wash you when we get home."

Lin Xiaoxiao asked Naibao to take off his clothes, then boiled a large pot of water and washed Naibao in the water two or three times before he was clean.

Without the mud blocking the view, she noticed that there were several scratches on the little kid's face from fingernails. The deeper scratches were bleeding. Such deep nail marks would leave scars in the future.

She used white wine to disinfect Naibao's wound. Naibao grimaced in pain, but he stood there obediently without moving. His sensibleness made people feel distressed.

After everything was done, Lin Xiaoxiao used a fire poker, picked up the dirty clothes that Naibao had changed, and took Naibao to the river. Lin Xiaocheng and Qiangqiang were still playing in the water by the river, and they were not afraid at all when they saw Lin Xiaoxiao coming.

Lin Xiaoxiao threw the clothes in front of the two children and asked in a cold tone, "Did you make the milk bag from the mud pit?"

Lin Xiaocheng always heard Qin Fang scolding Lin Xiaoxiao, and Qin Fang instilled in him the mentality that Lin Xiaoxiao was easy to bully. Especially in the past few years, bullying Naibao had become a habit. This time, facing Lin Xiaoxiao's questioning, he was not afraid at all.

He raised his neck and asked in a loud voice, "I pressed it, so what?"

Not to mention pressing the breasts, he would even dare to press Lin Xiaoxiao now.

Qiangqiang, as if he had done something good and wanted to take credit for it, loudly replied, "I pressed it too."

"Why are you pressing the milk bag into the mud pit?"

Even though she knew that these two kids just liked to bully Naibao, Naibao was right there with them. Lin Xiaoxiao didn't want to instill in Naibao the idea that she would believe whatever he said and would lead him to beat people.

She wanted to make Naibao understand that he should not just listen to one side of the story but should seek verification.

Lin Xiaocheng had a look on his face that looked like he deserved a beating, and he shouted in a hoarse voice, "I just like to press him. My mom said he's a wild child, a little bastard, someone's discarded trash, and I can bully him however I want."

A wild child without parents has no one to stand up for him. If they don’t bully him, who else will they bully?

Wild child? Little bastard?

No wonder people say that if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beams will be crooked too. It would be strange if Qin Fang could teach her children well if she did so in this way.

Lin Xiaoxiao chuckled twice, "Alright! Since it's what I did, and you're wrong, I won't ask any more questions."

As she spoke, she handed the stick in her hand to the little kid, then began to roll up her sleeves, looking like she was ready for a big fight.

Lin Xiaocheng was not afraid and also made a gesture as if he was ready to fight at any time. Although he was still a child, he was not much shorter than Lin Xiaoxiao. In addition, he was a boy, so if he fought with Lin Xiaoxiao, he would most likely have the upper hand.

Qiangqiang is relatively young. When he saw that Lin Xiaoxiao's face was not very good and she was about to hit someone, he became a little scared. He opened his mouth and started crying loudly.

Zhang Xiu was holding a basin and preparing to go to the river to wash her shoes when she saw this scene. She ran back to the village shouting Qiangqiang's mother's name.