The sound of Ning Zitong gasping, followed by a "thud", was succeeded by the noise of something falling to the ground.
Yan Xinxin suddenly paused her steps, turning her head to see Ning Zitong falling to the ground, and from her handbag, several boxes of packaged pastries fell out.
At this moment, those pastries seemed like abandoned dust, scattered messily on the ground.
Yan Xinxin's heart suddenly ached, and just as she was about to turn her steps, she saw Ning Zitong quickly sit up, hurriedly picking up the Lotus Cakes and crispy pastries that hadn't been dirtied.
"Yuan, it's okay, mom's fine, you don't need to worry about mom."
Ning Zitong said as she held the two boxes of pastries and stood up, awkwardly stepping toward Yan Xinxin, with her eyes involuntarily reddening.
