After a while, after Zhao Liang finished speaking, Li Bai pulled the rice and large steaks from the plate. Zhao Biao, who looked at the two of them, asked nervously: "Xiaobai, how is Xiaoliang's situation? Can you break the roots?"

Although his son's mental illness is not inherited, he is most worried that he cannot be completely cured.

The causes of mental illness are extremely complex. Although there are many examples of cure, more of them require long-term control.

Li Bai pondered for a while, and looked at Zhao Xiaoliang, who was still unwilling to accept and was still arrogant.

"The medicine cannot be stopped!"

What meal to eat?

Just eat starch balls as rice.

If the medical insurance funds are not enough, I just expect these two fools to generate income.

"Li Xiaobai!"

When Zhao Liangteng heard Li Bai's "verdict" and was like being stepped on his tail, he stood up, clenched his fists, hoping to beat the hateful guy opposite him.

"It's sick!"

The big devil spoke the truth.

The gunshot fire is not just about talking.

"what to do?"

Zhao Biao was so panicked.

He seemed to see the Japanese police officer Nobita Yamamoto who had been sick in the venue again.

"Pump him!"

Bang!
Chapter completed!