Future Father Fu (7)

Fu Sixing couldn't stand it and said," Xiao Ting, don't pick it up. He doesn't know what's good for him. Let him die from the pain.""

Anyway, the men of the Fu family were thick-skinned and thick-skinned. They should grind Fu Qingji's temper a little.

Fu Ting raised her head and looked at Fu Ji. Her voice was soft." I know you don't like me and Daddy, but you're the one who's hurting when your leg disease acts up. You don't have to make things difficult for yourself because of your resentment."

Fu Qingji lowered her eyes and tidied up her sleeves. The pupils under her eyelashes trembled slightly and she ignored her.

Fu Ting said softly," Only you can use this medicine. If you throw it away, it won't affect any of us, but you'll be torturing yourself. Is it worth it?""

The little girl looked quiet, and her eyes were innocent and clean. There was no grievance or sadness in them.

If it were any other girl, she might have long been unable to stand his sarcasm.