Feng Fuce suddenly grabbed her small hand.
His voice was cold and deep, his gaze dark: "He's seriously injured, be careful not to get scared when you see him."
Bai Zhi'er thought about it and felt that what he said made sense.
So, she softly said, "Brother Fu Ce, hold Zhi'er tight, if I get scared, I'll hold onto you tightly!"
Feng Fuce initially didn't want her to face these things directly, but didn't expect her to respond like this.
He was taken aback, and Bai Zhi'er was already pulling him forward.
The little boy had used all his strength and took the opportunity when Chu Ping wasn't around to crawl from the back room to here.
Now, he could no longer walk, his feet were bound, so he couldn't stand up to run away.
Chu Ping came over, turned him over, laying him straight on the ground, allowing Bai Zhi'er to observe.
The little fellow's dark eyes looked at his left foot.
The tendons were damaged, but the bones were intact.
