After helping Yang Xiaoman finish the aftermath, Jian Ai finally felt afraid.
When the incident happened, Yang Xiaoman was about to go to the roast duck house to look for Uncle Yang. If she had gone over a few seconds earlier, she would probably be lying in the emergency room with Uncle Yang now.
Or perhaps… she would have already lost her.
Jian Ai shivered at the thought. Looking at Yang Xiaoman's injured back, she secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she was fine.
After applying the medicine, Jian Ai draped her coat over Yang Xiaoman and comforted her softly. "Don't worry, Uncle will be fine."
Yang Xiaoman nodded slightly. She looked much better than before, but her eyes were on the emergency room door.
Jian Ai sighed softly and walked to the side.
"Sect Master, everything is arranged. Don't worry."
