C485 Savior

The little girl pursed her lips. She wanted to cry, but she saw the sweat on her father's forehead and the blood in his eyes. She didn't cry. Damn it, she said.

"I want porridge!"

"Okay! Ya'er, tell me what porridge you want. I'll buy it for you right away."

Seeing his daughter speak, Chang Huarong hurriedly said.

The little girl pouted and rolled her eyes