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A Six-Figure Shirt To Wipe His Son's Blood

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Seriously, how old is his child now?

He was already scared when he saw his finger bleeding.

It was normal that he wanted a hug at the first moment!

He immediately looked for a tissue when he saw that his son's finger was covered in blood. But, he couldn't find it. In the end, he used the six-figure shirt he was wearing to wipe his son's blood.

Fortunately, Leng Zheng and the others had prepared a medical kit in the car. They brought it over.

"Boss, let me deal with Little Master."

Mo Boyuan waved his hand.

"Give me iodophor and a cotton swab."

Leng Zheng quickly took out the things he needed from the medical kit and handed them to his boss.

After cleaning up, he even wrapped a very cute band-aid around the finger.

"Leng Zheng, you drive."

"Yes, Boss."

Mo Boyuan stuffed his son into the car and got in.

Finally, the car group set off again.

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