Mo Yinhe, the little domineering CEO, hooked fingers with the little flower, listening earnestly to her voice: "Hook fingers, hang yourself, a hundred years, no changes allowed."
"Finally, she solemnly added, "Seal it."
Just after completing this solemn ceremony, the little flower immediately perked up, fully restored: "Yay!"
Then, she blinked her big eyes: "Big Pig Mo, am I really not sick?"
"You are sick."
Ye Jincheng and Ye Xingguang exchanged disapproving looks at their son, but Mo Yinhe didn't care at all: "Otherwise, why would I take you to the hospital? But it's just being sick, with me here, what are you afraid of?"
That arrogant tone, as if to say, with me here, even if the sky falls, what do you have to fear?
Arrogance, just one word!
The little flower tilted her head thoughtfully, yeah, with Big Pig Mo around, what's there to fear about being sick?
