Miao Xin looked at him with a flash of surprise in her eyes; he seemed to be very familiar with her situation.
Seeing her become suspicious, Zhao Wensheng quickly coughed to maintain his composure. He didn't want to mess things up before the truth was clear. If he scared her and her child away, it would be all over.
After the wound was treated with a puncture drainage and medication, Tongtong clearly felt a considerable relief from pain, her little eyes focused intently on Zhao Wensheng.
Zhao Wensheng found this child particularly obedient and very endearing. So, he took off one glove, pulled out a piece of candy from his work pocket, and put it into her small palm: "A reward for a good kid."
The little girl with a short, watermelon-style haircut grinned, like a small crescent moon, sweet and bright.
Miao Xin thanked him endlessly and helped her daughter unwrap the candy. Tongtong held it in her mouth, her eyes smiling at everyone present.
