The bag in her hand flew far away, and her butt landed directly on the rose thorns.
Her clean clothes were instantly dirty, and her face twisted with pain.
She touched her waist with her hand, afraid to move, sweating from the pain on her forehead!
"Hillbilly! Come and help me!" Mom Song grimaced in pain, her face pale, her waist burning, and her butt prickling with pain...
Ping couldn't help but laugh at the sight of Mom Song's embarrassed state.
Seeing Mom Song's old age and her fall, she felt bad for her.
She stepped forward to help Mom Song, who struggled to stand with Ping's support.
Holding Mom Song steady, Ping was just about to ask her if she wanted to sit down.
When she felt a sharp pain on her face and a ringing in her ears, followed by a shove on her shoulder which made her topple into a flower stand.
Her forehead hit the flower stand with a slight sound, her elbow hit the stand heavily, and she fell to the ground.
