Wen Xiao'ai was about to chase after them when Jun Moyan immediately stopped her, "Xiaoguai."
Wen Xiao'ai stomped her foot unwillingly, frantically wiping the somewhat sticky milk that had splashed onto her chin and neck:
"Damn it, this is so annoying."
"How are you, are you alright?" Jun Moyan quickly approached, holding Wen Xiao'ai's face anxiously and checked it, then he examined her arms.
"I'm fine."
"Go find the drunkard to check on you," Jun Moyan said as he began to pull Wen Xiao'ai towards the drunkard.
"No need, I really am fine, the one with the problem is that stinky bird. Thank heavens, Jun Moyan, you showed up just in time."
"Are you sure you're alright?" Jun Moyan was still worried.
"I really am perfectly fine," Wen Xiao'ai confidently assured, even hopping on the spot.
"Then that's good."
He said he was relieved, but his heart still held some residual fear. What if he had been just a few seconds later, would Xiaoguai have been in danger?
