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?"
