C1269 The Question of Torturing the Soul

Faang Xinyi glared at Han Jingsheng, "Can't you sit down and talk to the child?"

What was he doing standing there like a telephone pole?

Seeing such a fierce expression on Faang Xinyi's face, Han Jingsheng had no choice but to follow her instructions.

He brought a chair and sat on the edge of the bed.

Then, he didn't know what to say.

There was an awkward silence between him and Han Yiyi