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"Bring me the scissors."

There is really nothing I can do about my son with a wooden fish head.

He Tingyu took the scissors with every word and action, his face kept stinking, and he was very unhappy that she was repelling and resisting him.

Yuan Gungun carefully cut open Mu Siyin's clothes, looked at it while cutting, and said, "Yinyin, be patient, the doctor will be here later."

"Aunt Yuan, it doesn't hurt very much, it's okay."

It didn't hurt much when I said it, and there was no blood on the whole face.

The sweat on the temples has already soaked through the hair, which looks very pitiful.

He Tingyu looked at Mu Siyin...

Mu Siyin noticed He Tingyu's gaze, but did not dare to raise his head until the hand gripping the quilt was covered by a cold hand and tightened.

Her body tensed and she looked at He Tingyu, then quickly avoided it, but did not withdraw her hand and let him hold it. When it hurt, her nails dug into the back of his hand, deeply...

…

When Yuan Gungun saw He Tingyu reaching out to hold Mu Siyin's hand when he saw her pain, it was really not the right time to laugh at the moment, but there was a smile that couldn't be concealed in his eyes...

I thought there was no chance before, but now it seems...

It’s not like there’s no chance…

She was so, so happy.

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The doctor rushed over quickly...
Chapter completed!