His rough face was darkly red.

He immediately stood at attention, turned around, and stretched his hand behind him.

"Clothes, here you go."

When Song Yingying saw Zhao Weidong turned around, she let go of the girl and turned around to take the clothes from Zhao Weidong.

After Zhao Weidong's hands were empty, he immediately turned to look at Xiao Anbao. The dark red color on his face never faded, and he was filled with anxiety. There was nothing he could do well.

It’s not okay to take good care of little Anbao, it will scare the child.

I couldn't even help the child get clothes, and Song Yingying scolded me.

This was the first time that Captain Zhao felt so frustrated and depressed.

Zhao Weidong was panicking and heard Song Yingying's soft voice in his ears.

"Big girl, raise your hands. I'll put on my clothes first. You're so good. We'll put on our pants next... Don't worry. Auntie Song has washed these clothes. They're clean. We'll be ready soon!"

Zhao Weidong's troubled heart seemed to be soothed by a gentle force and gradually calmed down.

After Song Yingying put clothes on the girl, she carried her out, wrapped her in a thick men's coat, and gently placed her on the chair.

"Big girl, let's sit outside for a while. I'll go get some medicine to treat your wound. Once the wound is well treated, you can go to bed and sleep."

As she spoke, Song Yingying was about to get up to get the medicine box from Jiang Nian's home.

She had just stood up when she felt a pulling force on the hem of her clothes.

The eldest girl's small hands tightly grasped her clothes. After crying, she raised her eyes, which were red and swollen, and were wet with two pools of tears.

She asked softly, "Er Ni...Er Ni..."

"Er Ni will be fine! Aunt Jiang has gone to see Er Ni. Aunt Jiang is so powerful that she can cure any disease. She can definitely cure Er Ni, too. You believe in Aunt Jiang, right?"

After hearing this, the girl nodded with tears in her eyes, "I believe it."

Song Yingying felt a lump in her throat when she heard this, and she touched the girl's face again, "Don't cry, it will be fine, everything will be fine."

She quickly found the medicine box and saw that Da Nizi's hair was dripping with water. She noticed Zhao Weidong standing beside her and asked him to come over and wipe Da Nizi's hair.

The soft fur was stuffed into the man's rough palm.

Song Yingying grabbed Zhao Weidong's hand, gently placed it on the girl's head, and wrapped her hair with a blanket.

"Be gentle, be gentle. This is the child's hair, not your machine gun, okay? Rub gently, slowly, don't hurt her."

Zhao Weidong stood behind the girl with his hands placed down, and at first he didn't dare to move.

It's not a problem for him to knock someone out with a slap, but asking him to wipe a little girl's hair... it's really a death sentence for this rough guy.

His hands are not hands, his wrists are not wrists, and he doesn't even know how to use the strength of his arms.

Zhao Weidong stood there in a daze, his arms stiffly moving only slightly.

In just a short while, he broke out in sweat on his forehead.

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Zhao Weidong: I have never carried out such a difficult task. But it was my wife's order, so I had to do it.