They hurried over and asked anxiously, "Young Madam, how are you? Are you hurt?"
The car had not even touched Ye Qingci's clothes, so Ye Qingci didn't feel the danger and smiled, shaking her head, "I'm fine, it didn't touch me at all."
She was still holding the soft little baby in her arms, and looked down to ask, "Xiao Bao, where are your mommy and daddy?"
The little one was only two or three years old, with big, glossy eyes that showed no stranger anxiety. Looking at Ye Qingci, he extended his chubby hand, full of dimples, and pointed toward the road, "Aunty, Ball Ball."
The child's voice was so sweet and soft, it almost melted Ye Qingci's heart.
She walked toward the road with the baby in her arms, "Good baby, Aunty will take you to find Ball Ball."
Taking a few steps with the baby, the bright blue sports car, which had nearly hit them, opened its door, and a young man came out from inside.
