C227 The Lady Likes Him

Seeing the little girl lying on the bed with her eyes closed and her face slightly pale, Leng Huaiqing's heart ached.

With a rough hand, he tightly held the delicate hand in his palm. He couldn't help but mutter softly, "Mengmeng, be good. Wake up when you are done sleeping. Don't scare me anymore …"

With a trace of powerlessness