661 Mother, What Are You Doing? (3)

A sorry expression was already showing on Si Zhengting's face. Clenching his jaws, he immediately walked to the cupboard beside them, took out the disinfecting solution, and applied it on Ding Mengya.

He bent down carefully with his tall stature. As he was anxious, he did not take off his coat, and hence, sweat was already forming on his forehead. However, he looked so sincere and earnest that it made Zhuang Nainai's heart wrench.

Zhuang Nainai pursed her lips and remained silent while she stood there quietly to wait for Si Zhengting.

After Si Zhengting disinfected and wrapped up Ding Mengya's fingers, he urged her, "Stop knitting."