"Mom!" Song Ling hurried over to support her.
Before Lin Qiao could say anything, Song Tingfan rushed in and helped her up, "What happened?"
"Nothing, just slipped accidentally." Lin Qiao glanced at her daughter, who looked like she was about to cry.
Song Tingfan naturally didn't believe it, glanced at his daughter, and after Lin Qiao sat down, he pursed his lips, "Who pushed Mom?"
Although Song Yu could be a bit pampered, she wouldn't lie. Her large eyes filled with tears, "Daddy, it was me..."
"I didn't mean to..."
"I told you not to push Mom, go stand in the corner for fifteen minutes." Song Tingfan didn't look at her, making her go stand in the corner with a firm heart.
Song Yu nodded obediently, looked at Lin Qiao, and sobbed, "Mom, does it hurt? I'll blow on it for you."
"It doesn't hurt, it's fine." Lin Qiaoxin felt sour in her heart, and then said, "Let's just forget it this time..."
Before she finished speaking, the man interjected in a deep voice, "No way."
