When Zoe heard this, the original joy of being held in his arms was instantly gone, and her face immediately turned miserable white.

Emma naturally did not really listen to Dylan's words to lay a heavy hand, but Zoe’s ankle was really red and swollen too much, and just a little touch would hurt her shouting, not to mention the normal knead.

"Ah!" Zoe screamed miserably. At the same time, she understood that Dylan simply could not give her a sense of security, much less let her distracted.

It still hurts!

Listening to her screams of pain, looking at her forehead out of the cold sweat and feeling the pain...