The people standing by immediately saw him, "Catch them!"
Chennchenn was tightly protected by him and wasn't hurt at all. He felt warm liquid sliding down his cheek and didn't dare move, "Dad..."
Mo Nanjue squinted in pain, the sharp agony hadn't subsided yet, he choked lightly, "Did you get hurt from the fall?"
"No," Mo Yaochenn shook his head, trying to suppress his sobbing, "Dad, can I move now?"
"You can..."
Chennchenn reached out and touched his chin, "Dad, you're bleeding..."
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt."
The sound of footsteps rang in his ears, Mo Nanjue keenly furrowed his brows, he propped his body up with his elbow, "Hold onto me tightly, we're going to find Mom."
"Okay."
The Ferris wheel was still spinning; the cabin they were in just flew out. Surrounded by people, the guards saw things were going awry, fearing they couldn't catch them, they simply raised their hands and fired a few shots at the base of the balancing rod—
