The little guy is only four years old, handling such an incident must have given him quite a scare.
Sissi trusts him so much, leaving Luo Jun in his care. If something were to happen to the little guy, how could he ever face her again?!
Besides, this little guy is already like a son to him.
The little guy gently shakes his head, carefully squeezing half his body through the gap between the two front seats, his small face leaning close to Leng Zimo's right arm, which is being held carefully by the martial arts instructor, puffing his small mouth and blowing on his arm.
"MOMO?!" John turns his face with some confusion, "What are you doing?"
"I'm blowing for Uncle Zimo." The little guy looks at Leng Zimo's face comfortingly, "Mom says that blowing on it makes it not hurt, Uncle Zimo, does it help?"
Leng Zimo looks at this little person's face with those big eyes, feeling a tender emotion naturally rise in his heart, "It works; uncle feels much better now."
