Xiao Zhen suddenly felt a bit at a loss whether to laugh or cry. If he hadn't been drinking, this wouldn't have happened to the man resulting in such severe injury. The little girl must have been waiting all along, up late without sleep, and he felt a bit guilty.
"Mengmeng, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to drink. It's just that uncle was a bit troubled, and for a moment I couldn't control myself, had a bit too much. If it weren't for you and your mom today, maybe I would have gotten hurt. So thank you, Mengmeng and your mom."
Upon hearing Xiao Zhen say this, Mengmeng couldn't blame him anymore, but her little face was flushed with worry for Zhu Ya.
"Mom, does it hurt or not? If it hurts, why don't I blow on it for you? You said that blowing on it would make it not hurt."
Though Mengmeng is still young, she wholeheartedly wants Zhu Ya to be happy and not in pain. This thoughtfulness left Xiao Zhen feeling how incredibly mature she is.
