Zong Wenxiu's comforting words got stuck in his throat.
His brother had really outdone himself this time.
This way of offering comfort was truly unique!
It was more like adding salt to injury. This was no way to comfort someone. He could not help but look up pretending that he could not see whatever was happening in front of him at all.
Xu Wan couldn't help but roll her eyes at the sky again. Listening to the little demon's words was always a precarious balance between being infuriated and amused.
Everything she wondered if his brain was made differently from the others because his thought process was always...unique!
With such a bizarre thought process, why didn't it make people panic instead?
Jing Zhe: "..." He was furious but dared not speak out.
After all, he had accepted help and was now being treated with medicine. The child, covered in ointment, ultimately refrained from retorting.
