Zhao Yan glanced at Zhao Manshi and then turned to look at Gu Chu, who was sobbing non-stop.
The five-year-old baby's red eyes were actually filled with unconcealable fear. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she did not dare to look at Zhao Manshi, her aunt. It was obvious that she was afraid of something. She stubbornly bit the corner of her pink lips and hugged Gu Manxi's neck tightly, as if she only felt safe in her mother's arms.
Zhao Yan's heart sank to the bottom.
He knew that Zhao Manshi had something to do with Chuchu's injury.
"Manxi, the family doctor hasn't come to work yet," Zhao Yan said. "Glass may be stuck in Chuchu's foot. I'll drive you to the nearby hospital."
Gu Manxi's fingers were shaking, her eyes were red, and her face was ashen. "Sorry to trouble you, Big Brother."
Zhao Yan brought Gu Manxi and her daughter and quickly drove to the nearby hospital.
