"Old man, old man, come out quickly!"
As she entered the living room, Grandmother Zhou called out urgently.
Feeling Grandmother Zhou's urgency, Baby Chenchen's emotions were affected too; he pouted and repeatedly cried, "Mommy, mommy, mommy."
"I'm here, I'm here, it's okay, mommy is completely fine."
After taking a few tissues, Lai Zhiyun wiped the blood around the wound on her hand. To prevent the little one from having a negative impression about her skateboard fall, she had to stay calm, not panic.
Thus, calmly, she took the family medicine box out of the TV cabinet.
"What's happened? What's happened?"
Grandfather Zhou hurried out from the kitchen, followed by the nanny.
"Zhiyun has fallen."
"Is it serious? Should we call 120?"
"No need, no need." Lai Zhiyun waved her hands repeatedly.
"Your hand is still bleeding."
