Mianmian wasn't hurt from the fall, and quickly got up from Su Chenyu's body to see how he was.
"My dear great-nephew, are you alright?"
Su Chenyu groaned very loudly.
His gold-rimmed glasses flew off into the distance, and his fair face was smeared with dust.
After getting up with Mianmian's help, he touched the painful spots on his body with reddened eyes and asked with concern, "Little Auntie, are you okay?"
Mianmian said, "I'm fine, but great-nephew, you're hurt, aren't you? Does it hurt a lot? Let Mianmian check your knee, did it get scraped?"
Her tone became quite elderlike, and she stomped on the ground, saying, "It's all because of this bad ground for hurting our great-nephew. Little Auntie will trample it for you."
Su Chenyu was amused by Mianmian's transformation into an elder, but his face still displayed an expression of enduring pain, "It's okay, it's probably just a little bruised, no need to look."
Mianmian eyed Su Chenyu suspiciously.
