Xiao Moli habitually surveyed An Ziqi from head to toe meticulously, but his pupils suddenly contracted, and his expression changed dramatically.
Blood was dripping from one of An Ziqi's hands dangling by her side, and a small puddle had already formed on the floor, yet An Ziqi appeared completely unaware.
With a somber face, Xiao Moli reached out to hold up her hand and examined it. A small cut of unknown origin had appeared on An Ziqi's finger, still oozing blood.
"Who did this?"
The cold, sharp voice contained boundless anger, causing all the staff present to shudder involuntarily.
The director, having already been notified, hurried over, but upon seeing the situation, dared not make a sound, and quickly gestured to someone nearby to fetch medicine.
Xiao Yining stepped forward, anxiously calling out, "Mommy."
His little brow furrowed tightly.
An Ziqi lifted her other hand to pat his little head, "Don't worry, Mommy's fine."
