Zhi'er lifted her small head and said confidently, "It doesn't hurt."
It wasn't really painful, but she kept drooling.
After speaking, the little one made a "hiss hiss" sound twice.
Feng Fuce sneered, "Stubborn."
He thought for a moment and suggested, "How about this, after the banquet ends, if you're willing to take the medicine pill, I'll take you to set off fireworks."
"Set off fireworks?" Zhi'er's eyes immediately sparkled, "Really?"
Feng Fuce's dark eyes remained calm, as he raised an eyebrow and said lightly, "Have I ever lied to you?"
Zhi'er extended her small hand to make a pinky promise, "It's a deal! I'll take it now, and after the banquet, Brother Fu Ce must take me to set off fireworks!"
With that, the little one rummaged through her waist pouch and finally found the small packet of medicine Feng Fuce gave her.
She took one out and stuffed it into her mouth, and immediately found it unbearably bitter!
The features on her little face almost scrunched together.
