Just as the adults were having a heated conversation inside the room, a sudden "bang" sounded from the courtyard outside.
Yan Bo and his wife were the first to rush out, only to see their little dumpling lying spread-eagled on the ground, butt in the air and face down. The scooter lay askew not far from him, its wheels still spinning lazily.
"Baby boy, did you fall?" The couple's hearts immediately leapt into their throats, with the voice of Mrs. Yan quivering.
By the time they had run over, the little guy had already sat up. His eyes were tinged with red, but he managed to muster up a forced smile towards his grandparents, "Baby boy's okay…"
But even as he kept saying he was all right, tears swirled in his eyes.
Mrs. Yan felt a pang of agony. She knelt before him and gently lifted his hands to see. She involuntarily sucked in a cold breath as she did.
The little guy's chubby palms were scraped and dotted with fresh blood. The sight shocked Mrs. Yan.
