"Xiaotang!" Gan Yuan came to a halt by the wall inside the building, using her body to shield her son. She quickly checked him over, and the sight of a small cut bleeding on his face was like a knife to her heart. She swiftly pulled a handkerchief from her bag and pressed it against the wound on his cheek, urgently asking, "Tell Mommy... where else are you hurt?"
The little guy raised his small hand, showing a serious tear at the base of his thumb, from which blood was flowing.
Gan Yuan's heart felt as though it was being sliced apart as she quickly wrapped the injury on his hand with the handkerchief. She picked her son up again and shouted,
"Get the car ready now!"
"The car is on its way!" Will rushed over. "Xiaotang, how are you?"
"Uncle Will, I'm ok!" The little guy, frowning with pain, still tried to reassure them, "You don't need to worry."
With his words, Will's heart ached too.
At this moment, the bodyguards had also brought Qian Xueying into the building.
