"Yaoyao, your hand is scraped. Come on, let's go to the car, and I'll clean it and bandage it for you," Huangfu Jianchen offered to help Mi Yao up.
Mi Yao firmly pushed him away, and with uncontrollable emotion, she shouted, "Huangfu Jianchen, can't you leave me some dignity?"
Huangfu Jianchen stiffened.
In the rain, Mi Yao continued to hail a taxi. About ten minutes later, a taxi pulled over. Mi Yao turned around to support Mi Zhenglin, and the father and daughter followed the car away.
Huangfu Jianchen stood there for a long time, watching. He clenched his fists, feeling helpless for the first time.
He didn't know how to protect this girl.
...
Inside the apartment.
After taking a bath, Mi Zhenglin, dressed in clean pajamas, leaned against the headboard. Mi Yao handed over a cup of hot milk, "Daddy, drink some milk and go to sleep early."
"Yaoyao, did you take a shower? You got rained on just now, you can't catch a cold," said Mi Zhenglin, looking at Mi Yao with concern.
