His Zhaozhaoer, his baby, is his little daughter who is on the tip of his heart.

When I think of the little one, I endured inhuman torture, not only did I not receive the care I deserved.

Even the medicine he had been asking for forever was taken away by Xia Qingyao.

I don’t want my family to worry about her and Song Jingxian’s body at the same time, nor do I want Song Jingxian to know that she has stress after being a medicine person and will affect her recovery.

She survived for three years alone, but she could only watch her brother take good care of Xia Qingyao, who had robbed her of her credit, and instead distanced her from her.

It’s hard to imagine how wronged she should be?

The little girl in their family can't stand the slightest grievance.

Never once, Song Bing and Yun felt so guilty and blamed themselves.

They claimed to love their daughter and thought that giving Song Zhao good food and clothing was the best care.

But I didn't want my little daughter to suffer because of negligence.

Putting aside other things, just being a medicine man should not bear what she should bear, but what they should bear as parents.

"Grandma, are you okay?"

Song Jinfu supported the old lady Song who was in front of him, afraid that his grandmother would fall down.

After all, the old man cannot bear the ability to withstand them.

"I can hold on."

Old Mrs. Song held the crutch hard and said loudly, "My little girl is still holding on to such a big sin. Why can I fall down, I won't fall down, I still have to take care of my little girl."

Old Mrs. Song held back the piercing pain and looked at her granddaughter's bloodless face with heartache.

"Didn't the master of the sect, I have only three years of sequelae? Why did I relapse again?"

"Although it is a sequelae of three years, her body is less resistant than that of ordinary people. She needs to be properly conditioned and cannot be overworked. But don't worry, it won't hurt the foundation."

The master sighed.

It was probably because Song Zhao had made medicine for Song Jingxian day and night, and carefully prepared treatment plans.

It hurts vitality and causes sequelae.

A girl with a bigger fart can bear too much.

How can Old Lady Song and others not worry?

Looking at Song Zhao's weak appearance, he wanted to bear it for her.

Besides, what can a girl who is only twelve years old do to work hard?

I am afraid that I feel sad and dare not show it during the day, so I will relapse.

Song Jinfu was very worried, "Is there a way to make my little sister feel more comfortable?"

The sect leader shook his head, "There is no cure, I can only survive by myself."

As she was talking, Song Zhao suddenly stopped trembling.

Old Mrs. Song still hugged her, lowered her head as if she was feeling something, and then she met the clear and confused cat eyes of her granddaughter.

The old lady was so sad that she opened her mouth and cursed, "You disobedient little monkey, you don't tell your grandmother after you have eaten it. You treat your grandmother as an outsider, right? Your grandmother spoiled you for growing up so much that she didn't let you go out to suffer. You really angered grandmother!"

The old man felt distressed and angry, and tears fell from his eyes.

"Grandma, don't be anxious, I'm fine." Song Zhao's voice was small, and he tried hard to stretch out his hand to wipe his tears for his grandmother.

Old Lady Song hugged her tremblingly, "Grandma knows that you feel uncomfortable. It's because my grandmother didn't do it well, so I'm so obediently."

"Zhaozhao, I'm sorry for you." Yun also rushed over and hugged the grandparents and grandchildren.

In the past year, if she hadn't been angry with Song Bing, she locked herself in the room and ignored the world.

It would not be that her daughter was punished. She knew nothing about her mother and ignored her.
Chapter completed!