"When... when did I pinch him?" Mrs. Yan was also at a loss.
An Ning continued, "No one else was with him. If you didn't pinch him, how could he have a bruise on his arm? I just compared it; it's just the mark from two fingers pressing down."
You can't blame An Ning for suspecting her; Mrs. Yan used to have this bad habit.
It's not child abuse, but when you take care of a child all day, you sometimes get annoyed. When Xiaoniu didn't behave, she would hit him.
But this was the first time she pinched someone so severely, so An Ning had to call her out.
And who knows if this is the first time. After all, Mrs. Yan had been looking after Xiaoniu, and he might have been pinched before without anyone noticing.
Mrs. Yan was also fuming at this point; she pulled Xiaoniu over to check.
Sure enough, there was indeed a bruise on his arm.
Just as Mrs. Yan was about to place her own fingers for comparison, Xinghua came in from outside and upon seeing the scene, asked, "What's going on?"
