Seeing Lin Qian on the verge of tears, the corners of Yin Moran's eyes were filled with amusement.
"Just a minor injury, it's nothing."
As long as she worried about him, what did this slight injury even matter?
"Mr. Yin, are you alright?"
Han Chen rushed over, his face full of concern.
"I'm fine."
Yin Moran uttered those two words concisely, lowered his gaze toward Chu Ziyang who was being held in his arms, and walked to a quiet area to put him down.
"Ziyang, are you scared?"
Chu Ziyang didn't say anything, his stunned, pitch-black eyes were as clean as if they'd been washed.
His thoughts were still stuck on what had just happened.
As the car sped toward him, the man appeared like a god and scooped him away from danger.
In that instant, his image grew towering and heroic.
"Mr. Yin, your injury..."
It was all due to his own stubbornness, which caused Mr. Yin to get hurt.
"It's nothing. I'm a man, as long as the people I care about are safe, getting hurt is no big deal."