The basketball court was some distance away from Villa No. 1. An Ci looked at the boy's tense face and said softly, "Brother, are you tired? Why don't you let me down and walk?"
Shen Mo said calmly, "Not tired."
Song Yuan caught up and said, "How about I carry it?" He stretched out his hand to take it, but Shen Mo dodged it.
"No, she's not heavy."
Seeing that he looked normal and didn't even breathe, Song Yuan slowly withdrew his hand.
The three of them returned to Villa No. 1 and saw An Ci being carried back by Shen Mo. The old couple was stunned.
Mr. Song asked, "Why are you back so soon? Didn't you go play basketball?"
"Grandpa, I'll explain it to you later. Please ask the doctor to come and help Xiao Ci with his injuries first."
"Xiao Ci is injured?" Old Master Song was startled. His eyes swept over An Ci on Shen Mo's back and then he noticed her pale face.
"Where are you hurt?"
Hearing that her grandson was injured, Old Madam Song could no longer sit still. "Where is the injury? Is it serious?"
Shen Mo put An Ci on the sofa and as soon as An Ci sat down, he quickly comforted her, "It's okay, I just sprained my ankle."
"Hurry up and call the doctor." Old Madam Song said to her husband, then walked forward to check An Ci's injuries.
"Which foot?"
"This one." An Ci pointed to her left leg. Old Madam Song bent down and reached out to pull up her trouser leg. She had fair skin and her ankle was severely sprained, so it immediately became red and swollen.
Shen Mo carried her back, and before he had time to check her injuries, he stared at An Ci's red and swollen ankle, pursed his lips, and wished he could run back and punch Li Feng twice more.
"Is it so serious?" Old Madam Song looked worried and distressed.
"Why don't we go to the hospital and take an X-ray."
"It doesn't hurt much, no need to go to the hospital." An Ci glanced at Shen Mo and said casually.
She knows medicine herself. As long as the bones are not injured, she can just apply some medicine and rest for a few days and it will be fine.
Next to him, Mr. Song finished talking to his family's private doctor, put down his phone, and turned to look at An Ci, "What's going on?"
Shen Mo whispered, "It's because of me."
After saying that, An Ci immediately said, "It has nothing to do with him. I was the one who started it."
Old Master Song was confused, his eyes fell on Song Yuan, "Xiao Yuan, go ahead."
Knowing that this matter could not be concealed, Song Yuan explained the whole cause and effect truthfully.
After hearing this, Mr. Song's face darkened. "How can this be absurd? He's so vicious at such a young age. This matter must not be let go so easily. We must ask his parents for an explanation."
An Ci didn't care about these things. Anyway, she and Shen Mo beat the man up, which was a way for them to vent their anger.
She looked up at Shen Mo and reached out to grab his sleeve, "Brother."
Shen Mo looked down at her.
"Sit down." An Ci patted the seat next to him.
Shen Mo sat down next to her, his dark eyes looking at her red and swollen ankle, a sense of guilt welling up in his heart.
If it weren't for him, the little thing wouldn't have been hurt.
As if seeing through his thoughts, An Ci curled his lips and said, "It has nothing to do with you. That guy was full of shit and scolded me, so I beat him up."
After a pause, she continued, "I'm at my grandfather's house and we often fight. Today's fight was just a small one. It's all because my coat is too heavy and it hindered my performance. Otherwise, I would have beaten him so hard that even his mother wouldn't recognize him."
Looking at the lively expression on her face and her waving little fists from time to time, Shen Mo's tightly furrowed brows relaxed and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
Song Yuan chuckled and asked curiously, "So, do you win more or lose more fights in Continent M?"
"Nonsense, of course I won." An Ci glanced at him sideways, raised his chin, and said proudly, "Two bowls of rice for a meal is not for nothing."
Song Yuan laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. "Oh, I didn't realize that our Xiao Ci is still the boss."
"Of course." An Ci patted Shen Mo's shoulder, "I'll protect you from now on."
"Alright, who can a little brat like you protect?" Old Master Song raised his hand and knocked her on the head, saying unhappily, "Fighting won't solve the problem."
An Ci closed his mouth with an expression that said, "You can say whatever you want, but I'll do it again next time."
Old Master Song was troubled, but considering that she was injured, he didn't continue to talk.
Seeing that he stopped talking, An Ci turned around and whispered to Shen Mo, "I will protect you. If I can't beat you, you will protect me instead?"
The haze in the depths of Shen Mo's eyes gradually dissipated, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Okay."
Seeing him smile, An Ci felt that he should be in a better mood and felt a little relieved.
Song Yuan picked up an orange and turned around to see the two of them whispering in each other's ears. He immediately felt a little jealous. "What are you two talking about behind my back?"
One of them is obviously his cousin, and he and Shen Mo knew each other first, so why do they seem to be more familiar with each other?
An Ci leaned back, feeling a dull sting in her ankle. She smiled and said, "Let's talk about the boss. I'm the boss, and you two are my younger brothers."
Song Yuan rolled his eyes. "With your small body, you still want to be the boss?"
"He agreed." An Ci poked Shen Mo's coat, "right?"
Shen Mo nodded in agreement, and Song Yuan choked.
After a while, the doctor came, checked An Ci's wound and applied medicine.
Just as An Ci diagnosed, there were no bone injuries. He just needed to take some medicine and apply some medication and rest well.
After sending the doctor away, Madam Song looked at An Ci and said, "You can't go out and play when you're injured like this. Why don't you go upstairs and get some sleep first?"
An Ci shook his head. "I'm not sleepy. I'll just watch TV here. By the way, grandma, don't tell my parents about this for now."
"Why, are you still afraid of their scolding?" Old Madam Song joked.
An Ci wasn't afraid of this. She curled her lips and said, "I'm busy at the company. Don't let them worry. I'll talk to you when I get back tonight."
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