"Good son!" Rong Zhan took out the little Overlord flower and put it aside. Then, he reached out his long and fair hand to her in the car.
Sang Xia looked at the little Ba Wang flower being carried out. The little guy looked completely unharmed. She was about to blurt out the word " be careful ", but it was stuck in her throat and she could not say anything.
No, how could it be?
The way the little tyrant flower was hugging Rong Zhan's leg obediently did not look like the unconscious child who had fallen down the stairs.
Even her little arm was raised naturally, and her expression was as if nothing had happened, as if she could not feel any pain.
"Wife, the wedding is about to start. You should come out."
Rong Zhan looked at the completely dumbfounded sang Xia, and the corner of his lips twitched slightly. His long and narrow phoenix-like eyes seemed to be dyed with peach flowers, which were particularly attractive and affectionate.
