Kapitel 1789: Doesn’t your conscience hurt? (5)

"There's no need. I was just asking casually."Fan Yu narrowed his eyes and casually brought up this topic.

He turned around and looked at Xiao Liuliu, who was already playing with the children.

Xiao Liuliu was young, but she had an exquisite and cute face. She was small and sweet. Even adults could be coaxed by her, not to mention the children who were only a little older than her.

In a short while, a few children took the initiative to hand in their toys.

"Xiao Liuliu, I'll let you play with this."

"I'll let you play with this too. I can also teach you how to spell models."

"I can spell models too. I can also teach you..."

"..."

Xiao Liuliu was surrounded in the middle, and her arms were soon filled with toys.

Fan Yu put his hands in his pockets and did not go forward.

He stood at the edge of the open space and looked at Xiao Liuliu.

The nurse's words kept ringing in his ears.

Qiao Yuanfei was sick.