Xiao Ying felt sorry for Xiao Ahling's injury on his forehead, but this was an unexpected accident that could not be prevented.
If there was any fault, it was the fault of that other child's mom for looking at her phone instead of her child. If not for Jiuyue's good skills and ability to brake in time, the child might have been seriously injured or worse.
But now the situation was that the child was fine, and their Young Master Ah Ling had hit his head.
A large bump swelled on the fair forehead, and it wasn't just their young master and young madam who would feel distressed seeing it, even looking at it made him feel heartache.
Ah Ling, however, didn't mind and said to Xiao Ying, "Uncle Aying, it's okay, it doesn't hurt at all."
He held his forehead, sat up straight, and instructed Jiuyue, "Brother Jiuyue, I'm okay, let's drive."
Jiuyue, feeling very guilty, nodded to Xiao Ahling, "Yes, Young Master Ah Ling."
