"It doesn't hurt."
The floor was made of wood. When the little guy fell, he cleverly made use of the skills he learned in martial arts classes to avoid the important parts.
However, when he fell, everyone's heart was in their throats.
When they heard that Little Ningning said it didn't hurt, they breathed a sigh of relief.
Jiang Tingxu immediately abandoned Gu Ranzhi and came over, but she was still not as fast as the child's father.
"Ningning, tell Mom, does it really not hurt?" She was very worried.
"It really doesn't hurt!"
His small face was filled with fustration as he thought, "How many times must I say it?"
Even Gu Ranzhi had unknowingly stood by the side and carefully observed him. He said,
"Listen, the little guy is fine."
Although Gu Ranzhi didn't inherit the Wen family's medical family's skills, he still knew a little about it ever since he was young.
