How could parents not worry about their own son?
No one on the scene could understand her feelings at that moment better than them; they had arrived as soon as possible, and Bo Fengheng had been dug out from a pile of rubble...
"Yinyin, are you all right?" Chi Ying looked at Mu Yin, who was lowering her head in silence, with pain in her eyes.
At that moment, half of her face, which had been slapped, was already badly swollen.
"I'm fine..." Mu Yin shook her head.
"You're bleeding..." Quan Fengyan saw the crimson streak of blood seeping from the corner of her pale lips, his brown pupils slightly tightened as he pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the blood from her mouth.
"No need." Mu Yin suddenly stepped back, avoiding him coldly.
"No need for your pretense." Chi Ying slapped his hand away, and the handkerchief fell to the ground.
