"Where's your dad?" Poppy Turner moved away from the man, feeling relaxed enough to chat, not wanting the baby to get bored.
"Dad is the big boss, very, very busy~~" Little Clarissa pouted.
"Oh..."
Poppy nodded just as the car suddenly made a sharp 180-degree turn, catching her off guard. Her first reaction was to hold Little Clarissa tightly—
Then.
She was flung against the wall of the car, her head hitting it heavily, causing a burst of pain.
This is the risk of not wearing a seatbelt...
It can only be said that they trusted the experienced driver's skills too much.
Once the car stabilized, the master apologetically said from the front, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... a small electric scooter suddenly dashed out, and to avoid hitting it, I had to turn the steering wheel sharply... Are you okay?"
"Yes, Auntie Poppy, are you okay? Are you hurt?"
Little Clarissa was in her arms, seeing her clutching her head, fearing that once she let go, there would be a puddle of blood...
