Mo Qishen kicked Zuo Ling forcefully, sending him flying a meter away, as a thick trail of blood emerged from the corner of his mouth.
In a turn of his gaze, Mo Qishen's eyes met Ni Yang's in mid-air, both corners of their lips slightly curving into a faint smile.
It must be said, the tacit understanding between them at that moment was incredibly high!
With the danger now eliminated, Ni Cuihua hurried over and embraced Little Ni Yun in her arms, "Yunyun!"
"How is Yunyun?" Ni Yang also walked over.
Zuo Ling's kick had been far from gentle, and coupled with a considerable fright, Little Ni Yun had fallen into unconsciousness.
"Yunyun, are you okay? Don't scare Mommy!"
Ni Yang reached out and held Little Ni Yun's wrist, "Mom, don't worry, Yunyun is fine."
Saying she was fine was merely to stabilize Ni Cuihua's emotions; in reality, Little Ni Yun's condition was very serious.
"Really?" Ni Cuihua was somewhat incredulous.
