As soon as Qiao Mo got out of the car and hadn't even steadied herself, a small shadow rushed over and tightly clung to her leg.
Qiao Mo's eyes welled up as she gently stroked his head and choked out, "Mama is okay."
Qiqi buried his little face between Qiao Mo's legs, clinging tightly without lifting his head or letting go.
After Uncle Zhong caught up, he softly said, "Little master refused to let the doctor treat his wound; ever since returning, he's been standing by the window looking out, waiting for you to come back."
Qiao Mo felt a bit heartbroken, "Be good, let Mama see, does it hurt?"
The child's body was also stained with quite a bit of blood, unclear whether it was hers or if they themselves were injured too.
No matter what Qiao Mo said, Qiqi kept clinging to her leg, unwilling to budge or loosen his hold.
