Suddenly falling onto the hard floor, the little guy scrunched up his face and started crying.
Qin Yiren bent down to pick him up, "How about it, are you hurt?"
"Let me do it."
Chu Xinian stopped her and held the little guy in his arms, checking for any injuries from the fall.
The tender skin collided with the floor, instantly bruising.
Qin Yiren frowned involuntarily, feeling bad for the little one, and looked around the unfamiliar room, trying to find a medicine box.
Hearing the child's cries, the child's mother came out and said helplessly, "This boy is so mischievous, he loves to run around all day. Sooner or later, he will fall a few times to learn a lesson."
The little guy, scolded, timidly burrowed into Chu Xinian's arms, smearing crumbs from his snack onto the man's expensive suit.
Qin Yiren softly soothed the little guy, looking at the woman with a bitter smile, "Don't say that, kids love to play, it's their nature. Does your family have a medicine box?"
