When Fiona ran into the crew, all the reporters involved in the trouble had been driven away by the bodyguards she arranged.
Patrick squatted on the ground, picking up the broken thermos cups piece by piece, no matter if his hand was cut, the bright red stinged Fiona’s eyes.
Fiona ran quickly and pulled him up, “Dad, don’t pick it up,”
When Patrick saw Fiona’s black eyes tremble, his throat felt dry and painful, “Fu Xiaoting.”
Fiona took out a Band-Aid from his pocket, carefully placed it on the palm of his broken hand, lowered his head, and whispered softly, “Dad, does it hurt?”
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