Milky Dumpling looked at Huo Silin, who was pale with fright, and hugged him with a smile.
"Brother Silin, Zaizai is really fine, you know."
Huo Silin: "..."
Huo Silin noticed the blood on the human trafficker's face, patted Milky Dumpling's head to comfort her, and quickly checked on Huo An'an's condition.
After confirming that Huo An'an had no injuries and was simply unconscious, he let out a sigh of relief.
Someone had already called emergency services, so while waiting for them to arrive, Huo Silin quickly checked Milky Dumpling's feet.
There was an imprint left on the soles of Milky Dumpling's feet by the King of the Underworld, which was not noticeable unless one looked closely. But judging from Brother Silin's current stance...
Milky Dumpling felt that something wasn't right and quickly tried to hide.
"Brother Silin, what's wrong?"
Huo Silin coaxed her gently and tenderly, as if afraid of scaring her.
"Zaizai, let Brother Silin check if your feet are hurt."