There were scrapes on both of her knees, seeping blood onto her light-colored jeans.
Seeing this, the man’s brows furrowed tightly as if he could kill a fly, and he bent down to hold her in his arms, only to find another little figure gripping tightly onto her sleeve.
Helplessly, he pried off the chubby little fingers and gathered the little one into his embrace, keeping them all to himself.
Song Song was in a drowsy state, completely unaware of the situation, and the inexplicable jolting slowly brought her to wakefulness.
Opening her sleepy eyes, she saw the man’s chiseled jaw and cried out in panic, "Uncle, you’re back?"
Dazed! Why was he holding her? Where was he taking her?
"Hmm."
The man responded flatly and directly carried the girl toward the couch in the hall.
Song Song was afraid of falling; he was so tall, nearly one meter ninety, falling from him would surely hurt quite a bit.
So she instinctively tightened her hold around his neck, "Uncle, did you just get back?"
"Hmm."
"Oh..."
With such a cold tone, she could only reply simply.
After placing her on the sofa, the man coldly commanded, "Take off your pants."
"Ah!"
Song Song instantly curled up in one corner of the sofa, her eyes full of question marks, "Why, why do I have to take off my pants again?"
Xiao Jinghuai’s expression became icy, and sometimes this little thing was even more naive than Bao Bei, not even realizing she was hurt.
"Your knees, don’t they hurt?"
"Uh..."
At his words, Song Song suddenly felt quite a bit of pain; she hadn’t really noticed it before, "Uncle, do you want to help me bandage the wounds? It’s really not necessary, my skin’s pretty tough, and these little injuries are nothing!"
Before she finished speaking, the man had already sat beside the girl with a medical kit, cornering her at the end of the sofa, and said with a straight face, "If you don’t take them off, I’ll have to do it myself."
Hmph! Here we go with this tactic again!
Song Song instantly felt defeated, she smiled dryly, "No need to take them off, my jeans aren’t tight, I can just roll up the legs."
Saying that, she got down from the sofa and easily rolled up the legs of her jeans.
Once she looked, it seemed quite gruesome; the skin on both knees was scraped, with blood, and since she hadn’t bandaged them for so long, the blood had darkened...
Song Song wanted to clean it herself, but the man disagreed, dismissing her with the excuse that she couldn’t do anything right.
When the man applied disinfectant to the wounds, she winced in pain with a "hiss."
The man frowned, "How did you get hurt?"
"Uh... I just accidentally took a fall, haha!"
"Was it an accidental fall, or was it because you escaped from the second floor to the first?"
"Uncle, how did you know... I escaped from... the first floor?"
As she spoke further, the expression on the man’s face grew more displeased, so her voice became increasingly timid.
Xiao Jinghuai tore open a band-aid, "I went to see your mother, she told me you ran away."
"Ah!"
This was truly unexpected for Song Song, "Uncle, you won’t blame my mom, right? My mom’s actually really good, but she doesn’t like me doing things related to cooking, otherwise she’s really nice."
"I know."
Xiao Jinghuai raised his eyes to look at the girl’s anxious little face, "You seem very worried about my relationship with your mother being bad, hmm?"
"Uh, no!"
Song Song looked elsewhere, her eyes evasive, "I just don’t want you to think my mother is a bad person."
"What, what did you and my mother talk about?"
He wouldn’t have told her about their relationship, would he?