In the room, Mo Yaoxiong was sitting there looking at his mobile phone when the door was suddenly "bang" and opened, startling him.
Seeing that it was Mo Weiyi who came in, his face darkened, "Weiyi, why didn't you knock before coming in?"
"Dad, are you alright?" Mo Weiyi leaned on a crutch, her face full of worry.
"I'm fine."
Mo Yaoxiong had a bandage on his forehead, it seemed that he was slightly scraped, not serious.
Mo Weiyi inspected him all over, finally releasing a breath of relief, sat on the couch, "What happened in the end? What were you doing with your aunt? Why were you hurt?"
Mo Yaoxiong explained, "Today, I had to go to Shootie Road for some work. Your aunt had class in the afternoon, so I drove her to Wellington Primary School. When we got out of the car, a taxi suddenly rushed over. Your aunt got hurt trying to push me out of the way."
