A three-year-old child, as soon as the glutinous voice came out, Shen Zhiwei's heart was about to melt.

Touching Chen Fang's eyes looking at him, Shen Zhiwei nodded, "Give it to him." ”

Jiang Chengcheng held the stick, he was too young to be sure after all, so he poked the alcohol swab into Shen Zhiwei's wound that had just formed a bloody scab.

The blood scab broke again, and the alcohol suddenly ......

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