The little boy's voice was as soft as a glutinous rice ball. "Miss, my head still hurts. I want to go home…"
Indeed, Gu Qiqi's heart ached as she hugged him. "Okay, let's go home."
Wow, this was too effective!
The little boy was surprised by his own influence. He was happy, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
His soft child-like voice rang out again. "Why don't we take a look at Uncle Chu's operating theater before we go home? Let's see if he's alright, okay?"
Gu Qiqi smiled in relief. "Baby, you're so sensible!"
Gong Jue pursed his lips.
Sensible my ass!
What Uncle Chu? He was clearly Chu Daiyu! Daiyu!
As the little packrat's compromised, Gu Qiqi carried the little packrat to Chu Junmo's operating theater.
Through the glass door, they saw Professor Brown instructing his students to carry out the rescue.
