007 The child who was scared by her was yes. The voice was the little girl who was scratched by the dead Tang Zhanzi with a hairpin, Huang Niannuo, a four-year-old child left by Huang Tianjue's third late wife.

Listening to the childish crying with fear, Tang Zhanxi felt full of guilt. She was calm and calm and couldn't sit peacefully by the crying. She suddenly got up and walked towards the bed, but Huang Nianyan in front of the bed bravely stepped forward and shouted loudly in a very childish voice: "What are you going to do? You are not allowed to come!"

Tang Zhanjia's foot steps stopped. She was a very patient person. Otherwise, she would not have endured the long-term conception and painting in the design room. However, she was impatient in treating children, otherwise she would not have been married and had children at the age of 28.

His eyes were cold, and his tone was filled with a hint of irresistible: "If you don't want your sister to die, just get out of the way."

"If you let the demon girl go there, my sister will die sooner! Get out of here!" Huang Nianyan roared unceremoniously. Although he was also afraid of Tang Zhanhui and the whip that hurt to the bone, he wanted to protect his younger brother and sister and would not let the demon girl hurt his younger brother and sister again.

Tang Zhan's temples thumped. She was a noble lady with a noble status in her past and present. She was scolded for the first time in her two lives. She was still a little kid. Tang Zhan's depression and anger can be imagined. But listening to the intermittent sobs of the child inside, Tang Zhan's heart was a little anxious. The child's breath was so weak that it would be a big deal and he could not be delayed any more.

"Qingyi, stop him!" Tang Zhanqi ordered Qingyi and walked forward, but was pushed hard by Huang Nianyan, the stubborn little guy. Tang Zhanqi was furious but pressed hard, and turned around and scolded Qingyi: "Do you want to die too!"

Qingyi was shocked and hurried over and hugged Huang Nianyan.

Huang Nianyan twisted like crazy/moved her tender voice and shouted hoarsely, and she was crying: "You are not allowed to hurt them, get out, you have the will to come to me, you witch, don't touch them..."

Tang Zhanxun sneered while walking: "I don't have any plantings! You have to look for such things in men! I'm a woman!"

Ignoring Huang Nianyan's roar, Tang Zhanxiu only saw the situation inside clearly when he approached the bed. A thin little boy with a purple face was lying outside and sleeping soundly. The little girl who kept crying was lying inside. She didn't cry at this moment. She curled up and held her little brother's hand and looked at Tang Zhanxiu in horror, as if she had seen a devil.

There was a shocking scar on the little girl's right cheek, and there was even a rotten place on it!

Tang Zhanxi gasped. Can this child’s face be preserved? Why is no one healed her?

She reached out to grab Huang Niannuo, but the little girl was so scared by Tang Zhanrui's hand that she didn't breathe, and suddenly fainted. Tang Zhanrui's pupils shrank, and her resentment towards the dead Tang Zhanrui reached the highest level.

This Tang Zhanxi deserves to die! How could he attack such a harsh child? He is simply a matter of death!

Tang Zhanxu bent down and picked up Nuonuo. The four-year-old child was so scary. At this moment, I don’t know what touched Tang Zhanxu’s nerves, making her hard heart softer. I couldn’t help but hug the child tightly and walked out quickly, and coldly ordered Qingyi: “Go and invite the doctor. I want the best doctor here. If the doctor doesn’t come within two quarters of an hour, please come and see me!”

Qingyi's face turned pale, she let go of Huang Nianyan and staggered out.

Huang Nianyan was stunned. Seeing his sister being taken away by the witch, he chased her out like a crazy little tiger!

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