C95 He Was Made to Cry

"Thank, thank you. . . "

Mu Qinghuan suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Although it was clearly this man's fault. . .

"Mommy, it hurts, right?" Xiao Xing laid on the sofa and looked at Mu Qinghuan's swollen feet. His eyes were filled with heartache. "I'll blow it for you. It won't hurt if I blow it. Mommy, be good. "

Xiao Xing used to fall and crack open