"Huh? Food poisoning?"
Feng Chengcheng's little face immediately twisted in fear, looking terrified: "Wuwu... stinky Lin Fan, dead Lin Fan, wuwu... if I really die, even as a ghost I won't let you go!"
With her crying, Chengcheng's tummy hurt even more, she kept sucking in cold air, her little cherry mouth pouted pitifully.
Lin Fan said awkwardly, "I say, Miss Feng, what does your poisoning have to do with me? I'm not the one who poisoned you!"
"It's you, it's you! Who told you not to warn me earlier that I can't eat skewers, wuwu... stinky Lin Fan, my stomach is hurting more and more, wuwu..." Chengcheng held her little tummy, her eyes red.
Lin Fan depressedly patted his forehead.
However, seeing Chengcheng's pale little face, Lin Fan couldn't bear to dampen her spirits. Though Chengcheng's poisoning wasn't deadly, if not cured in time, it could leave lasting harm!
Lin Fan immediately said, "Give me your hand."
