C749 Gas for Crystal

Chenchen helped Mo Jingjing up from the ground. Ignoring the deformed ice cream box on the side, his star-like gaze only landed on Mo Jingjing's cracked knee.

"Does it hurt?"

Chenchen asked warmly as he reached out his hand to wipe her tears.

"It hurts."

Mo Jingjing cried pitifully. Chenchen looked at Xu Weiwei and the other girls with an even darker expression