"I already asked the teacher for leave. Sister-in-law, are you alright?" Song Tingfan was almost frantic.
Lin Qiao shook her head, "I'm fine, put me down."
To be honest, being held by the antagonist feels like being strangled.
"Qiao'er, did you hurt yourself?" Song Qin asked anxiously.
"I didn't fall, really," Lin Qiao reassured them after Song Tingfan put her down and moved around to show them.
Only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief,
Song Qin, afraid of a repeat of what had just happened, said, "Let's not pick it up anymore, let's go back."
Lin Qiao, unwilling to give up, still wanted to pick up that patch of grass. She'd already fallen, it'd be a waste not to pick it up, "I'll just pick that bit, the grass is growing really well."
Upon hearing this, Song Tingfan was slightly upset, worried she might fall again, "Don't pick it up!"
Lin Qiao could naturally hear his tone, was taken aback for a moment, and then looked at him; he was actually a little fierce.
