When Yang Tao shouted, Jiaojiao was sitting down below the flower bed looking up, but it was uncertain if it was because everyone went to sleep at noon, or that person didn't dare to take responsibility, no one came out to claim it.
Yang Tao was quite angry and wished she could go up right now to drag the person out.
But considering Jiaojiao was still injured, she gave up and returned to Jiaojiao's side, saying, "Jiaojiao, let me carry you to the pharmacy outside and take a look."
"It's fine, I can still walk." Jiaojiao helplessly pushed her away. She was just a few years older than her, how could she possibly carry her?
"But can you walk?" Yang Tao was a bit worried.
"It's nothing, just a small cut." Jiaojiao said, feeling very unlucky.
