Just as Song Zhen and others had gone upstairs, something also happened in George's room.
Little Xiahua rushed forward and climbed onto George's bed.
Under Qi Lei's astonished gaze, she forcefully yanked the blanket off George's body.
George's face and shoulders were exposed, and he looked at her in surprise.
Tears were on his face, and he was curled up small and thin, looking very pitiable.
Little Xiahua stared at him, stepped back a little, and said very angrily with a frown, "George! You can't be like this!"
Qi Lei said, "Qi Qinghan! You can't do this!"
Little Xiahua turned her head and glared at Qi Lei, "Shut up!"
Qi Lei, "..."
Little Xiahua looked at George, "Your mommy is so pretty, so gentle, and she can cook; she's so nice, why did you make her faint from anger?
Do you have any idea how she got through all the years you were taken away by traffickers?