Leng Rongrong lowered her head to look at Chu Yan. Little Chu Yan handed her a bill.
Chu Yan pointed at Li Ruhua's face, then pointed at Leng Rongrong. He looked at Leng Rongrong eagerly.
"Do you want me to help you treat Huahua?" Leng Rongrong took the money and was smitten by Chu Yan's cuteness.
Little Chu Yan nodded.
"Alright then, I'll take the money. I'll help you treat Huahua." Leng Rongrong patted Chu Yan's head. "Don't worry. Huahua won't blame you."
Li Ruhua's face was full of hidden bitterness.
Of course, he wouldn't blame Chu Yan. He was a man, so how could he be calculative with such a young brat? However, Huahua also felt aggrieved.
He had been a bodyguard for so many years, but this was the first time he had been beaten into a pulp by a three-year-old little boy...
His wisdom had been destroyed, and he had lost all his face.
"I'm sorry, Huahua." Chu Wei looked at Li Ruhua with an apologetic expression.
