Looking at that little face, he couldn't help but smile. He picked him up, the small boy curled up in his arms like a kitten, "Save my mother, save my mother...",A man in his fifties, a little bald, a bit old, but it doesn't matter that he's thin and white, I can borrow him for a while.,Bai Xianxian took a deep breath, then pulled out the second tool she had prepared for tonight—a device that sprayed mist. The steam shot directly onto Li Lingxuan on the bed.。