Thank heavens, the child didn't cry.
After He Qing hugged the child's soft body and picked him up, this thought immediately sprang to her mind.
The people coming and going today were not ordinary folks; this child's family likely had some background. For a child from such a family to be knocked down, usually, they would have cried out. Although it wasn't a serious incident, on a day like this, it was still unfortunate.
Seeing the child well-behaved and obedient, both of them relaxed.
He Qing dusted off some nonexistent specks from the child's knees and apologized, "Sorry, little friend, sister didn't do it on purpose."
As she spoke, she took the opportunity to look at the child's face.
He was a very lovely and adorable boy, around five or six years old, with chubby cheeks that made people want to pinch them. His features were quite good, so naturally, his looks weren't bad, but his eyes were dull and lifeless, aimlessly lacking focus.
