"Tianxing, you and your friend sit, I'll go make some tea for you!" The girl's father greeted the two of them to sit down, and was about to go boil some water. Zhang Tianxing hurriedly reached out to grab the girl's father, but his hand only caught empty air. The girl's father froze for a moment, looked at Zhang Tianxing's dangling sleeve, and instinctively asked, "What happened to this arm of yours?"
"It's nothing, Uncle, just sit, we're not thirsty, no need to bother." Zhang Tianxing shook his head and said.
"This arm of yours…" the girl's father asked again.
Zhang Tianxing grinned and said, "I accidentally got hurt a bit. Uncle, I came today… to see Yangyang. How is she doing now?"
