"little ling 'er, you're already five years old. there are some things that you need to make your own judgment on. take brother Luo Sheng's father for example. You know that he's been running a high fever for a few days. Think about it. Every time you have a fever, you'll lose your strength after two days, right? your entire body feels very uncomfortable?"
little ling 'er frowned and nodded.
"Then think about it, uncle Qi has been running a high fever for a few days, but he still hasn't been treated. In such a situation, shouldn't you look for father or the director? do you think uncle qi's life is more important than brother luosheng's trust?"
"I was wrong, dad," Ling 'er said with her head lowered.
After all, she was his little lover. Although Nangong Jin was usually serious and didn't show much of his emotions, he doted on this little girl to the bone.
