C408 A Silent Child

Yan Zhen smiled helplessly and then wiped the child's face with a hot towel. The child's eyes were tightly shut and his little eyebrows were tightly knitted. It was as if he was wiping his face. It'll drop a piece of meat. He was in a dilemma.

Yan Zhen was amused by the child's appearance and her originally gloomy mood became much better. She intimately tapped the little boy's forehead and said