Ling Sheng sobered up immediately. Oh no, her father was still outside. She got up in a flurry, her heart in her throat. Her breathing was a little rushed, and her throat was slightly hoarse.
Jun Shiyan rose elegantly and crouched on the ground. When he saw the nervous young lady holding her breath, his lips curled up slightly. His slender fingers picked up the porcelain pieces and said in a sexy voice, "Go get a broom."
When Huo Ci entered, he saw the duo, one squatting down and one standing up. He frowned and looked at the duo warily. "What happened?"
"Mommy." With a nervous face, Xiaoqi followed Grandpa with his short legs. He hugged his grandpa's thigh and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that his mother was fine.
"The floor is slippery, and the bowl shattered by accident." Ling Sheng let out a low cough, but she quickly regained her composure. She looked at him and smiled, "We'll clean up before leaving."
