When Fu Sichen saw Xiao Zhaoyang, he checked her thoroughly from head to toe, finding nothing wrong except for a pink adhesive bandage on her hand.
Xiao Zhaoyang didn't know whether to be happy or surprised, "Daddy, how come you're here?"
Fu Sichen's gaze fell on Lin Zirui standing beside them, "Your cousin said you were hurt."
Xiao Zhaoyang stretched out her hand, "I accidentally bumped into the slide earlier, but it's okay, the teacher put a nice bandage on it, and I blew on it, it doesn't hurt anymore."
Fu Sichen ruffled his daughter's hair, "Xiao Zhaoyang, you're really brave. Then daddy will take you home now."
Lin Zirui stood nearby, somewhat proudly, "Uncle, I've taken your words to heart."
Previously, when the two were in kindergarten, Fu Sichen had specifically instructed his nephew to take good care of his sister, and Lin Zirui had patted his chest promising that he would call the moment anything happened.
Fu Sichen nodded with satisfaction, "You did very well."
