Watching Ji Yao run into the distance, Lu Jincheng felt some regret at not having drawn out the information, but Xinxin's safety was of utmost importance, and he hurriedly ran over as well.
It turned out that Ji Jiaxin had wanted to help but slipped and fell because of water on the floor.
Although the little one was tough, she was still a child after all, and tears circled in her eyes. She couldn't hold them back and burst into tears.
"Xinxin, are you okay? Where did you get hurt? Does it hurt?"
Ji Yao quickly picked her up and tenderly blew on her wound.
Upon a careful check, fortunately, there was only a small scrape on her arm.
"Mommy, it hurts, wuwu, Mommy..."
A hurt child is especially dependent on their mother, and Ji Jiaxin was no different, snuggling into Ji Yao's embrace, seeking her mother's comfort, very clingy.
Ji Yao, heart aching for her treasure, had no intention of pushing her away.
She hugged her daughter tightly in her arms, uttering words of care.
