Yin Yilan yanked Ming Ge away forcefully.
Ming Ge winced in pain. As she tumbled down the stairs, her long black slightly curly hair came undone, pulled by Yin Yilan, who, in the process, ripped out a few strands.
Yin Yilan still clung to Yin Ruowei, "Weiwei, Weiwei, how are you, don't scare Mom!"
The delicate and beautiful face of Yin Ruowei was pale and colorless, the rims of her eyes red as she silently shed tears, biting her cherry lips and crying out in pain, "Mom, it hurts so much…"
She had fallen from the second-floor staircase, hitting her head, arms, and legs on every step, and finally ended up with Ming Ge on top of her as a human cushion, her face also met with a heavy slap.
It was indeed painful.
Her current display of genuine emotion wasn't feigned.
Yin Yilan's heart shattered, "Weiwei, tell Mom where it hurts... don't be afraid, Mom's here... Rong Ma, call 120, call an ambulance!"
