Xia Wei and Wang Ming had just left the elevator on the seventh floor when they were led to the living room by a staff member.
Before Xia Wei could step into the living room, she was immediately attracted by a clear and happy child's voice!
"Pretty Big Sister! You're really here. My mother didn't lie to me!" Tingting jumped down from the sofa like a small cannonball and threw herself into Xia Wei's arms.
After being hugged by such a soft and small body, Xia Wei was stunned for a moment before she immediately recognized who this little girl was. She smiled and wanted to say something, but she realized that she did not know her name.
Hence, she asked, "Why are you here? Are your injuries better yesterday? Who was the person driving yesterday? Is he your father? How is he? Is his injury serious?"
Tingting was a little stunned by Xia Wei's question. She instinctively turned to look at her mother behind her, her pleading gaze obvious.
