Walking unconsciously towards the bright and bright hall, Zongzheng Xi walked steadily and elegantly.
A light green figure suddenly rushed up to him. He subconsciously pushed the person away, but he didn't want to use too much force. He accidentally pushed the person to the ground.
"Oh...it hurts, it hurts..."
The skin on the palm of her hand was scratched, and now it looked a bit red and swollen, with a faint trace of blood. Jian Su frowned, her eyes drooped, and she immediately looked like she was about to cry.
"Miss Su Su." Yin Na looked at Jian Su's movements with a smile, but at this moment the little girl was injured, and she immediately felt distressed again.
When Zong Zhengxi saw the little man on the ground, he couldn't help but feel guilty. He lowered his body, and he couldn't help but grab Jian Su's hand in front of him. When he saw the injury on her hand clearly at first glance, his eyes became even deeper.
Fen said, "Susu, I hurt you. I'm sorry. Brother Xi, can I give you some medicine?"
Yin Na briefly said hello to Zong Zhengxi, and then she trotted over to pick up a household medical kit. The old man was on the fat side and looked particularly bulky when holding a medical kit.
Zong Zhengxi motioned for her to hand the medicine box into his hands, and then he picked up Jian Su and coaxed her: "Su Su, go sit on the chair, the wound needs to be treated."
Jian Su stood up and immediately fell to the ground. Fortunately, Zong Zhengxi paid attention to her, so she was not injured twice.
Her right ankle hurt, and Jian Su immediately sat on the ground, whimpering and rubbing her slender ankle bones, "It hurts... Bad people, bullying Su Su..."
Zong Zhengxi, who was dubbed the "bad guy", had no choice but to squat down again and then reached out to check Jian Su's ankle. After he fiddled with it several times, the sprain on Jian Su's foot improved significantly.
Jumping up for joy, Jian Su didn't care about the man pushing her before. Perhaps the man was too close to her again, so she trotted two steps and hid behind Yin Na.
Zong Zhengxi was still half-crouching and half-kneeling at this moment. When he looked up inadvertently, he saw an unobstructed look of calmness and tranquility in Jian Su's eyes, which was really inconsistent with the silly smile on her face.
"Susu, come here, let me disinfect your wound to prevent it from getting infected."
Hiding the doubts in his heart, Zong Zhengxi held Jian Su to a chair aside. He then dipped a cotton swab in alcohol and wiped the bloodshot part of her palm.
During the whole process, Jian Su remained silent. Her head was slightly buried, and her long and smooth hair covered her facial expression and also her slightly unnatural heartbeat rhythm.