The person went in was a little girl, about ten years old. A large hospital gown covering her body made her look weaker. Her delicate face was similar to Song Wanxia’s. At this time her big eyes were brimming with tears. She was looking at her mother helplessly. Jiang Quan took a look at Wanwan with his eyebrows raised and ...
C185 – Don’t you have any conscience?
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