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The one who annoyed him the most was Xia Qiongqiong!

Ye Jun Qing held a mermaid key ring in his hand and no matter how much he squeezed it, he felt frustrated. He wished he could crack open the little fish tail’s head and untangle her confused memories one by one.

Fu Zhuo brought over a cup of chrysanthemum tea to cool him down: “Brother Qing, have some tea to calm your nerves.”

If tea could indeed douse his rage, he wouldn’t be this irritable. Ye Jun Qing pondered for a while and gave an order: “Find out everything about a boy named Qin Junye, who died ten years ago. Leave no stone unturned, go!”

He had to find out how that damned Qin Junye got entangled with Xia Qiongqiong!

Fu Zhuo nodded. So, Brother Qing was still envious of the life-saving benefactor of Miss Ye?

On the other hand, Xia Ye Zhao bought a bag of blood from the hospital and rushed to the villa where Ye Xingguang’s father was staying. Xiaoman was arranged to stay in the living room. He seemed determined to pull through this on his own.

Having survived once, Xiaoman thought he could endure it a second time.

The small body curled up on the sofa. His tiny lips were pale and no matter how you looked, it was heart-wrenching.

Ye Xingguang stood at the entrance of the living room and saw Xia Ye Zhao bringing the bag of blood. She stepped aside to let him in, then handed him the straw from a milk carton and said, “Don’t spill it. Let Xiaoman drink directly.”

Xia Ye Zhao nodded, took the straw, poked it into the blood bag, and walked to the sofa. He sat down, took Xiaoman into his arms and tried to get him to drink. But Xiaoman clenched his jaw and ignored him.

Ye Xingguang also tried to persuade him: “Xiaoman, be good, you’ll feel better after taking the medicine.”

“Won’t take it!” Xiaoman stubbornly turned his head away.

Ye Xingguang squatted next to him: “Why won’t you take it? Incoming children must take their medicine.”

The little one was simply stubborn, turning a deaf ear to her words.

Xia Ye Zhao’s tone became stern: “Open your mouth and take your medicine!”

“I won’t! I won’t take it! If I take the medicine, Xu Jingya won’t like me anymore, I don’t want to take it.” He seemed so uncomfortable that his face twisted in pain, and cold sweat rolled off his forehead. It was gut-wrenching to look at.

Ye Xingguang asked: “Who is Xu Jingya?”

“A girl in our class.”

Is it because of love?

Ye Xingguang put her hand on her forehead: “If Xu Jingya doesn’t like you, just find someone else who does. You don’t have to compromise yourself for a girl. You just haven’t met the right person yet.”

Xia Ye Zhao looked down at his little sister. Was that how you were supposed to advise a child?

However, Xiaoman seemed to ponder on her words and regretfully said, “The other kids don’t like me either. No one likes me.”

“That only means they’re not the right ones. A boy meets the right person only once in his life. It’s not your fault if you haven’t met her yet. But if you refuse to take medicine and fall ill, you’ll never meet the right person. Right, daddy?”

“He’s not my daddy, big bad guy!” Xiaoman snorted, but his teary eyes seemed to inquire if it was true.

Xia Ye Zhao: “…”

He didn’t want to say yes, but he wanted his son to take the medicine.

In Xiaoman’s view, his silence was an acceptance. Xiaoman couldn’t help but imagine a cute little boy, who wouldn’t dislike him.

At this point, a small, delicate boy wobbled out of Song Chuanqi’s ward and stood in front of the sofa. Blinking, it seemed he realized the other kids were sick and not taking their medicine. He opened his mouth to say: “Brother- take your medicine.”