She greeted Zijin again: " Lele happened to be having a temper tantrum at home, so the old man asked me to bring her over to have a look. "
Now the little guy is huddled in his father's arms contentedly, and occasionally glances at Zijin from behind his father's arm, probably because he is afraid of being scolded by his mother, he quickly turns his eyes away.
The window was half opened, and a gentle breeze swept in, but the fragrance on Tong Jingshan's body was not diluted in the slightest. In this ward, there was a family of three and one visitor. For some reason, Zijin suddenly felt that she was the one who was out of place. She suddenly felt a little stuffy, smiled and said: " There is nothing to drink here, you guys chat first, I'll go buy some. "
Without waiting for them to speak
