Yanxi carried Little Orange into the living room, without giving Shi Ying another glance.
Shi Ying stood rooted to the spot, feeling a chill coursing through her veins.
She hadn't expected such a young girl to be so scheming!
Her hands, hanging by her sides, clenched into fists, wishing she could slap the girl dead.
Soon, the doctor arrived.
After examining Little Orange, it was indeed an allergy.
The doctor prescribed some medicine, "It's not very serious, Young Master Yan, don't worry, she will be better after taking the medicine, and she should recover by tomorrow."
Yanxi nodded.
Little Orange was well-behaved when taking her medicine, not crying or making a fuss, and didn't need to be coaxed, but what child isn't afraid of medicine? Her clear, beautiful eyes were misted with shimmering tears, on the brink of falling, which made her look pitifully endearing.
"Daddy, I'm not afraid of the bitterness at all."
