Su Yingxue watched Shan Bao and Chu Heng leave, took a deep breath, her consciousness entered Medicine King Valley, and she grabbed Little Ginseng, her eyes gleaming as she said, "I believe in myself and I won't always be afraid to compete with my mother, I will surely cure Xiao Yu!"
"That's more like it!"
Little Ginseng crossed her arms, her plump, tender face puffing up as she nodded seriously.
Seeing her adorable appearance, Su Yingxue couldn't help but want to pinch her, but each time she tried, Little Ginseng would particularly disdain it, saying, "Don't treat this ginseng like your son, this ginseng is a ten-thousand-year-old baby!"
"That still makes you a baby!"
Su Yingxue just couldn't resist and pinched her!
"Su Yingxue, don't pinch this baby, don't pinch the face! Don't pinch the belly! Hey hey hey, stop it!"
Little Ginseng's crisp voice was always audible to Chu Heng, his mind even conjured up an image of a tender little girl playing naughtily in a field of herbs.
