Chapter 112 Report

Mu Tianxing did not speak, nor did he look at Zhuang Xue.

The indifferent expression made Josh feel that she was a little attached.

Zhuangxue opened the medicine box, took out the medical alcohol and cotton sticks, and set them on the tea table.

Just as I was about to take the vaccine out of the iceberg, I saw a big skeletal hand take the cotton stick, stained with some alcohol, and quickly wipe Mustard's wound.

As he rubbed it, he blew it gently and observed her face tenderly for fear of pain.

Zhuangxue's eyes are about to fall off!

Quickly calmed down, she took a disposable...