Little Xingxing broke free from Gong Xue'er's embrace.
Then she ran to Xia Ye.
With tear-filled eyes, she said, "Brother Xia Ye, are you okay?"
Xia Ye remained remarkably composed.
Even He Qiming was struck by the child's calmness.
In that out-of-control situation just now, he had almost fallen off the horse.
But the child's display of steadiness and composure was truly impressive.
At this moment, no one could discern even a trace of emotional fluctuation on the child's face.
Nor was there any sign of fear.
A five-year-old child able to remain so unfazed and conceal their emotions like this...
This child will surely grow into someone formidable.
Xia Ye calmly said, "I'm okay."
Xia Yangyang was scared out of her wits.
She rushed over, embracing Xia Ye, inspecting him top to bottom: "You're not hurt, are you, Xia Ye? Are you hurt?"
Xia Ye actually comforted Xia Yangyang: "I'm really fine. It was Uncle He who saved me."
Xia Yangyang finally breathed a sigh of relief.
