The little one blew on Ye Xingbei, silent tears streaming down his face.
He didn't cry, but his silent tears were even more heart-wrenching.
Ye Xingbei hastily pulled him into his arms, bent down and kissed him on his forehead, "Xiao Shu, don't cry. Mommy is not in pain at all."
"Xiao Shu isn't crying," the little one raised his small paw to wipe his tears, "Sand got into my eyes."
Gu Qingrun, who was waiting to apply medicine to Ye Xingbei, was speechless.
This excuse is really suitable for all ages!
If even a three-year-old child knows it, who can be fooled?
The more the little one wiped, the faster the tears flowed, and he could only wipe incessantly with his small hand.
Ye Xingbei saw several green spots on the little one's white and tender hand, and he couldn't help but feel distressed. He beckoned Gu Qingrun, "Dr. Gu, please check on Xiao Shu quickly. Has he hurt his bones?"
Gu Qingrun had no choice but to check on the little one first.
