C113 What are we going to do
"Baby, Mommy's fine." Without any strength left in her, Shen Yuxin stretched out her hand and pressed his head against her chest. It was so cold that it felt like it was covered in ice.
Baby, what are we going to do, what am I going to do?
The atmosphere of the dinner was very depressing, Uncle Zhou gave Morning many of his favorite dishes, but when he looked at the pale face of Shen Chuxin