The wire that kept balance slowed the little one's falling speed; from the standing spot to the place where the little one fell was about ten meters, and those ten meters were when Leng Zimo ran the fastest in his life.
Fortunately, he made it in time!
Seeing the little one's figure rushing over, he instinctively stretched out his right arm to catch him, naturally holding the little one into his embrace.
Under the impact inertia of falling from high altitude, Leng Zimo was directly knocked to the ground by the little one, feeling the sharp pain in his right arm. He gritted his teeth, not daring to relax even a bit.
He had only one thought in his mind — this child must not be harmed!
"President Leng!"
"Mo Mo!"
...
Everyone around rushed over, concerned, and gathered around the two.
"Mo Mo?!" Leng Zimo's left arm hurt too much to hold itself, yet his gaze was fixed only on the face of the little one in his arms, "Are you okay?!"
