"Anya…" Daddy Cheng was trembling in fear and in tears. "Anya, nothing bad must happen to you. If you meet with a mishap, what shall Daddy and Ning Ning do?"
Several passersby also came around and whispered.
Ning Ning raised his face, reached out, and held Daddy Cheng's hands. In a slightly hoarse yet childish voice, Ning Ning said, "Grandpa, don't cry. Nothing bad will happen to Mommy. Mommy will be sad if she knows you cried."
When Daddy Cheng heard Ning Ning's words, he cried even harder.
"Ning Ning…"
Why wasn't it him who was knocked down? He was already old, and anything that happened to him wouldn't have mattered anyway. But Anya was only twenty-four years old, and her life had just started. She still had a long way to go, and she still had Ning Ning…
Ning Ning was very calm, terrifyingly so.