The little guy wriggled down from Gu Junzhu's arms, ran to Lingyue, and seeing his swollen knuckles, the tears he had been holding back came streaming down again. "Brother Xiaoyue, Xiao Shu will blow on it, it won't hurt after I blow on it."
The little guy carefully held Lingyue's injured hand and blew on it gently.
Lingyue, looking at the tears on his cheeks, suddenly smiled.
Xiao Shu is great.
Xiao Shu's mom is great too.
His hand hurts very much.
But he doesn't regret it at all.
If anyone ever bullies Xiao Shu or Xiao Shu's mom again, he would beat them up again!
The hotel had medical staff, and Chu Dingbang called them to treat Lingyue's hand.
Gu Junzhu asked Ye Xingbei in a low voice, "How are you? Are you hurt?"
Ye Xingbei shook her head. "Not at all!"
"Yes!" The little guy that had just stopped crying pouted, his eyes welling up again. "Mommy got hit on the back, it hurts."
