The wire that kept balance slowed the little one’s falling speed; from the standing spot to the place where the little one fell was about ten ters, and those ten ters were when Leng Zimo ran the fastest in his life.
Fortunately, he made it in ti!
Seeing the little one’s figure rushing over, he instinctively stretched out his right arm to catch him, naturally holding the little one into his embrace.
Under the impact inertia of falling from high altitude, Leng Zimo was directly knocked to the ground by the little one, feeling the sharp pain in his right arm. He gritted his teeth, not daring to relax even a bit.
He had only one thought in his mind — this child must not be hard!
"President Leng!"
"Mo Mo!"
...
Everyone around rushed over, concerned, and gathered around the two.
"Mo Mo?!" Leng Zimo’s left arm hurt too much to hold itself, yet his gaze was fixed only on the face of the little one in his arms, "Are you okay?!"
The little one lifted his pale face from his arms, but his tone was relatively calm.
"Uncle Zimo, I’m okay."
Leng Zimo looked at the little one’s face, his heart that was in his throat finally settled back down, "That’s good."
"MOMO!" John carefully lifted the little one from Leng Zimo’s arms, "Are you hurt?!"
Luo Jun gently shook his head.
"President Leng, are you okay?!" The stunt coordinator reached out to assist Leng Zimo.
Leng Zimo raised one hand, "Check him first."
The stunt coordinator had a background in martial arts and was well-versed in osteopathic directions, which is why he asked him to check Mo Mo first.
Not daring to delay, the stunt coordinator carefully questioned Mo Mo and asked John to let him walk a few steps.
Li Xian and others ca forward wanting to help Leng Zimo up, but as the stylist just touched his right arm, he already inhaled sharply due to the pain, "Don’t move, I think my arm is injured."
"Mo Mo is fine." The stunt coordinator turned around again and carefully checked Leng Zimo’s arm, imdiately furrowing his brow, "Quickly, prepare the car — President Leng has a fracture!"
A few people carefully helped him get up, Leng Zimo frowned, enduring the pain, yet not forgetting to instruct, "Take Mo Mo to the hospital for a check-up too."
The car quickly arrived, the stunt coordinator and assistant director helped Leng Zimo to the back seat, John holding Mo Mo sat in the front passenger seat, and Xiao Ding imdiately started the car, heading in the direction of the hospital.
"SHIT!"
Not far from the set, in the woods, Seo Fei lowered the binoculars in her hand.
Luo Jun’s protective gear had issues; it was certainly her handiwork. She had rushed over specifically to witness her results. Unexpectedly, Luo Jun appeared to be fine, while Leng Zimo got injured, which obviously disappointed her.
Worried about Leng Zimo inside, Seo Fei quickly walked to her car, opened the car door, and drove out of the scenic area, far following behind the car that carried Leng Zimo.
Inside the car.
Luo Jun was in John’s arms, his gaze fixated on Leng Zimo, his unmistakably black-and-white eyes filled with concern, "Uncle Zimo, does it hurt a lot?!"
With his brow furrowed, he lifted his face, seeing the little one’s tense little eyebrows, Leng Zimo relaxed his own brow and smiled at him reassuringly.
"It doesn’t hurt at all; rember, Uncle is SUPER MAN." He lifted his unhard left hand and gently touched the little one’s face, "Were you scared just now?!"
Compared to his own injury, he was more worried about this little one.
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