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The little girl began singing joyously, "Running with heavy steps, running with heavy steps, swift and quick~ swift and quick~"

How adorably cute she looked with her babyish charm.

Gu Chentian watched the little girl, his eyes filled with indulgence, and he couldn't help but lift the corners of his mouth into a slight smile.

Having smiled, he didn't forget to remind Tiantian.

"Baby, keep your mouth shut tight, the wind is strong outside. You also ate so many dumplings at noon, be careful not to catch a cold."

"Exactly, let's sing once we get home, okay?"

Ji Pianran also expressed her concern.

After speaking, her nose tingled and she couldn't help but sneeze.

This made Gu Chentian even more worried, "Are you okay?"

If he had known, he would have not ridden the bicycle. If the child caught a cold, and his wife fell sick again, it would be a complete loss.

Ji Pianran shook her head from the back.

Her tone casual, "I'm fine, just a little tickle in my nose."