With the clothes covering her head, not only could Little Xiaxia not see Yu Qian, but she also felt a little suffocated. Little Xiaxia felt uncomfortable and kept waving her little hands to pull the clothes.
Her chubby little hands kept pulling at the clothes on her head, but she was still too young and could not move with her strength. She was so anxious that she almost cried and groaned in a childish voice.
Hearing Little Xiaxia's moans, Yu Qian, who had already injected half of the medicine, turned around.
After struggling to the greatest extent, Little Xiaxia finally succeeded in pulling down half of her coat. Half of Little Xiaxia's head peeked out of the coat. It was unknown if she knew what happy emotions were at such a young age, but she was looking at Yu Qian with a pair of bright eyes that were sparkling like little stars.
