He owed this girl too much. In the past, whether Nan Fei fell into the water and was hospitalized, or fell from a building and was hospitalized, he had never felt as guilty and pained as he did for Zhuanzhuan.
Afraid that something terrible might befall her second daughter.
"Dad..." Zhuanzhuan's eyes were already slowly moistening, and she shook her head obediently, "It's okay, the doctor said I will recover very quickly, don't worry..."
"You just know how to comfort me. Your classmates told me that you were stabbed in the stomach, bled a lot, a lot of blood. You were almost beyond rescue." Jiang Dechun felt even worse when he looked again at Zhuanzhuan's pale, snow-white face.
Since she was young, the second daughter had always been the most sensible in the family, never complaining about hardship or toil.
Now she was almost dead from her injuries, and she was still protecting that calamity.
