"Why did you suddenly come down from the tree just now?" Sang Qingran looked down at the ground, avoiding watching Qiaoqiao's concern for Sang Nanfeng as he struggled to control the bitterness in his heart.
Recalling the recent scene calmly, Qiaoqiao's agility was better than any of theirs, so how could she have been the first to fall from a tree?
Si Chenli was also staring intently at the young girl standing beside him with his deep, dark eyes.
"Something hit my arm." Sang Qiao lifted her arm unconsciously to check, and sure enough, there was a red dent with an irregular shape.
Upon hearing this, Si Chenli bent down to search around the tree Qiaoqiao had just climbed, and quickly picked up a pebble nearby.
Sang Qiao raised her arm with the stone and compared, the size was just right, "Yes, it must be this one."
