The man ignored his own injuries, picked up the Little Demon King from the ground, and hurried to the sidewalk, anxiously checking the person in his arms, "Xiaoyu, how are you? Are you hurt anywhere?!"
The Little Demon King lifted his eyelids slightly and in his blurred vision, he vaguely saw a face that was both strange and familiar.
He wasn't dreaming, was he? Was the man before him his daddy?
The Little Demon King tried to get a clear view of that face, but his eyelids were becoming heavier.
——
An hour later.
In a hospital in Paris.
The Little Demon King slowly came to on the hospital bed. He wasn't hurt, just overly shocked.
A gentle and concerned voice came to his ears, "Xiaoyu, are you feeling better now?"
The Little Demon King turned his head, met Jing Chen's gaze, blinked, and when he saw clearly who was in front of him, his big eyes immediately filled with surprise, "You know me?"
