Little Rong Yi pursed his lips. The round little golden beans kept falling down. Rong Huang was a little confused.
However, he was someone who had seen a lot of " battles ", so he naturally came back to his senses very quickly. He raised his hand to cover the little guy's head and said in a rare gentle tone, " The one in pain is Grandpa, but you're the one crying first? "
"Yicuo." Little Rong Yi raised his head and looked at Grandpa Huang. His eyes were red and teary, but he said seriously, " Grandpa Huang, forgive me! " Not in the future."
Rong Huang was speechless.
He wasn't angry at all. It wasn't like he couldn't take a bite. If it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't use his strength, he would have healed his wound long ago. Of course, if it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't use his strength, he wouldn't have been bitten.