It must have been the cleaning staff at home who hadn't cleaned the apron by the private jet, since Fu's private aircraft hadn't been back in a while. As a result, a sharp object protruding on the ground just so happened to scratch Little Mobao's calf as he jumped down from the plane.
When the camera panned over, it zoomed in on the little guy's leg.
"Ouch, my heart aches for you," the people in the live chat cried out with sympathy.
"With so much blood, it must hurt a lot, right?"
"Wait for auntie to sneak into your house tonight, kidnap you, and run away. We're not hanging around with these lovey-dovey parents anymore."
"I really want to blow on the little guy's wound."
But Xiaomo…
As the camera moved from the wound up to the little guy's face, the result was…
Everyone thought he would be crying his eyes out, but unexpectedly…
Little Mobao stood there with an aloof expression as if crying would be the death of him. He didn't make a sound.
"..."
