"Is it very painful, mommy? Then, I won't touch it anymore. Let me blow it for you."
Ran Ran rested her head against her mother's neck and puffed her cheeks to blow at her wound.
"Little sister, you should come down."
When Ji Chi heard his mother's cry of pain, he quickly put on his slippers and ran over. In his black hoodie, the boy was like a black gust of wind as he reached his sister's side fast and proceeded to tug at the bottom of her pants. The concern in his eyes did not escape Pei Ge's sight.
"Sis, come down; our mommy is in pain." He repeated himself.
"Let me down, mommy. I don't want you to carry me anymore."
The girl was convinced by her brother and requested to be brought down.
"Okay. I will put you down now."
Pei Ge squatted so that she could kneel on the ground easily. Seeing how nervous her younger son was, she turned to look at Ji Ziming. Her eyes seemed to be saying, 'See?'
