Injured

"Chen'er wants Father to teach me to hold the pen and practice writing." The little guy looked at him and said.

Hearing this, the corner of Xuanyuan Mo Ze's lips hooked slightly, revealing a smile, "Good, go to the study with Father!" Saying this, he stood up, and after watching his son get off the stool and walk to his side, he bent down and picked him up in a hug, and took big steps outside.

The little guy didn't expect his Father to pick him up, for a moment he froze, and then quickly stretched out his little hands and hugged his Father's neck, his eyes shining brightly, and he smiled contentedly.

On the other side, Yue'er was full of joy, skipping all the way, and because she didn't find Leng Hua, she headed for the kitchen, but when she passed by the rockery, she tripped over the stones on the ground, and she lost her balance and fell forward.

"Ahhhhh!"