Xiang Yimo ignored the tearing pain in his hand and was first concerned about Zhong Lingling.
"I... I'm fine!" Zhong Lingling was visibly shaken.
She turned her head and noticed that Xiang Yimo's hand was scalded red and blisters had formed instantly.
"Yimo, your hand..." Zhong Lingling was terrified. "Quick, come over here, I'll take a look at it for you!"
Zhong Lingling nervously pulled Xiang Yimo toward the home's small pharmacy.
She was so anxious that as she walked, her eyes were so tense that she could barely see the road.
Si Wuxie and Xiang Anning exchanged a glance, both somewhat helpless.
Soon, Zhong Lingling personally treated Xiang Yimo's hand injury.
When the two returned to the living room, Zhong Lingling looked dejected, her expression sorrowful, as if she had just committed an unforgivable mistake by accidentally falling.
Seeing her mother, who had finally become happy again, now looking like this, Xiang Anning felt extremely distressed.
