"Oh, then I'll send the bill to the hospital later." Ninth Grandpa walked away slowly.
Luo Qianqian's gaze was cold: "You can choose to shirk responsibility, but we have the evidence here, you can't escape full accountability. Lu Simiao didn't retaliate or talk back, it was provocation and attempted murder!"
Only to see the child's face turn white and his legs go weak, sitting on the ground again. This time, even more exaggerated, an acrid smell emerged, and there was a yellow streak of liquid flowing down from the boy's crotch.
Luo Qianqian jumped three steps away, nearly stumbling, but Fang Youyuan caught her.
"Do you have to be so scary?" Luo Qianqian looked at the boy with disdain: "My An Hao isn't like this."
"That's because An Hao is wearing diapers." Qin Nuan responded bluntly: "Your An Hao is only a month old, even if it happens like this, it's not embarrassing, right?"
