She bowed her head, absentmindedly playing with the steamed bun, as if she hadn't heard her words.
Meng Xuemei was frustrated.
Like father, like daughter!
What on earth are they resisting?
She pleaded earnestly, "Doudou, I know you are kind-hearted. Otherwise, that day when I kept doubting your father's ability to heal my grandfather, you insisted on having your father treat him and pulled him back when he tried to leave!"
"And in the end, you brought my grandfather back to life!"
"But now, why do you seem unwilling to let your father save someone?"
Doudou replied in a muffled voice, "Sister Xuemei, I often ask my dad to save people, but I really don't want him to save your friend's grandmother. I'm afraid she's not a good person."
Meng Xuemei couldn't help getting angry, "Doudou, how can you say such things? You haven't even met her, how do you know she isn't a good person?"
