Hehe...
Wen Meimei secretly laughed, this guy surnamed Mu had personally drugged King Qiao before, and at that time, she was the one who suffered. She would remember this grudge for a lifetime!
Qiao Chengxun suddenly said, "Enough talking, come over and check on Meimei."
"What's the rush? We're not pressed for time." Mu Zhuoshen walked over unhurriedly, put down the medicine box, and took out the blood drawing equipment.
As Wen Meimei saw that large syringe, an instinctive fear spread in her heart.
"What are you going to do? Draw blood?"
Qiao Chengxun's warm hand gently slid across her round face, comforting her softly, "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt."
"That's nonsense, I don't want to have my blood drawn." Even if she couldn't remember what happened at five, Wen Meimei still couldn't shake off her fear of injections.
Qiao Chengxun could see it and felt the pain in his heart.
With Meimei like this, he really didn't know what to do with her.
