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A three or four-year-old little girl, prettier than a doll, was rosy and chubby with a babyish voice that was simply irresistible when she acted coy.
Shen Mingzhu fought the urge to be soft-hearted and pulled her daughter aside, handing the little tea-colored glass bottle to her.
She said in a serious tone, "Do you know what's inside this? You just drink it without knowing. What if it's poison? Do you want to be sent to the hospital and have needles poked into you, have doctors cut open your tummy to scoop out the dirty stuff you swallowed?"
Guoguo shook her head like a rattle-drum, her little face displaying fear and horror at Shen Mingzhu's description.
The thought of having her tummy cut open if she ate something carelessly was too terrifying.
"Mommy, I don't want to go to the hospital, I don't want my tummy cut open."
