Khiton, bring that child over!

When he heard his young wife's weak voice and saw her bleeding forehead, li junyu's eyes were cold and deep. His facial features were covered in frost, and it was as if his entire person was shrouded in a cold storm.

The woman he cared about the most, the woman he loved the most, the only woman he loved deeply and could not bear to let her suffer even a little, had actually been hurt like this in front of him.

you're a coward, ruan Mengmeng. You lied to me! At this moment, a sharp voice suddenly came from behind.

Zhan Jia 'er saw how ruan Mengmeng had not hesitated to hit her head against the wall in order to save the little bun. She had not flinched even after bleeding so much.

Instead, in order to catch up to the swaddling cloth that flew out, he did not slow down at all. He did not even reach out to support himself against the wall. He would rather hold the child firmly with both hands and block all the impact the little bun suffered.