In the distance.
She heard her mother's anxious voice, "Xiangxiang!"
Shen Bijun ran over, jogging up to Gong Qiaoxiang, her classical and exquisitely beautiful face showing deep concern and urgency, "Xiangxiang, are you okay? You... How can you be so bold and act on your own?!"
Originally, Shen Bijun wanted to scold Gong Qiaoxiang, but seeing her arm bleeding, her clothes and hair muddy after rolling on the wet, cold grass, looking disheveled, the words stuck in her throat.
Gong Qiaoxiang's little face was pale from pain, her eyelashes trembled slightly, as she said, "Mom, I naïvely trusted Jia Manyun and invited a wolf into the house. I made a mistake, and I have to take some responsibility."
Shen Bijun sighed and softly touched her daughter's head.
*
Gong Qiaoxiang jumped out of the car with the child. Without leverage, Jia Manyun couldn't take a step out of the Banshan Ancient Mansion.
