The next second, Xiao Qingcang tightly gripped the child's wrist and forcefully pulled the child out.
"Daddy..." Little Junjun called out in fear.
Xiao Qingcang looked at the child, his eyes filled with condemnation, and pointed to the clothes pocket thrown by the side of the car. "Go pick up the clothes for me!"
"I won't!" Little Junjun stubbornly turned his head away.
Xiao Qingcang raised his finger, extremely displeased, and pointed at him. "Don't make daddy repeat himself, go pick it up, that's your mother's goodwill, you can't throw your mother's goodwill on the ground!"
Little Junjun grew even more stubborn, shouting loudly, "I won't, she's shameless, she's a bad woman, she's disgusting, I don't want the clothes she bought!"
'Slap,' a hand harshly struck the child's face, interrupting his senseless yelling.
Little Junjun's face was twisted to the other side.
Suddenly, on the fair little cheek, there appeared a red imprint of a hand.
