An Ziqi looked at his chest, which was a bloody mess, and tears almost instantly fell.
Wanting to touch him but not daring to, she could only carefully hold his cold little hand.
"Ningning, Ningning."
"Mommy, I'm fine, it doesn't hurt."
Xiao Yining opened his mouth and said silently.
On his pale little face, he still showed her a smile.
Wanting to lift his hand to wipe away the tears on her face, but ultimately only moved his fingertips.
An Ziqi felt even more heartbroken.
Such severe injuries, how could they not hurt?
He's only 8 years old, such a young age, with injuries like these, an ordinary child would probably be crying and screaming by now.
Yet Ningning was still thinking of comforting her.
Xiao Moli quickly re-treated the wound on Xiao Yining's chest and wrapped it in bandages.
Then he quickly called Xiao Chen.
Over there, Xiao Chen was in the middle of a sweet dream holding his wife, suddenly woken up by the phone, seeing Xiao Moli on the screen.
