Yao Dima's daughter was spirited and mischievous, a girl who was no less adventurous than a boy.
Shen Chaoxi was listening to her grandmother's complaints when the phone in her handbag rang.
Auntie's voice came through with urgency, accompanied by Shang Zhuoming's earth-shattering cries.
Shen Chaoxi's heart skipped a beat, and without further conversation with her grandmother, she grabbed her bag and dashed out.
"Madam, the young master fell down the stairs, his head is bleeding, and... and his wrist is swollen high too!..."
The auntie's voice changed, whether from worry or fear.
Shen Chaoxi didn't catch the rest of the words as she opened the car door and took off without a moment's delay once the engine started.
Her grandmother came out of the house just in time to see the white tail of the car disappearing out of the apartment complex's gate, so she returned to call Yao Yuan.