Transmigrated As A Delicate Bundle Of Luck For A Farming Family - Chapter 3

Thinking of Madam Zhao, Su Sanlang gritted his teeth and said, “Mother, Madam Zhao is my wife and the mother of my children.

Nothing can happen to her no matter what.

If you don’t get a doctor for her, if she dies, my children won’t be able to live either.

Then I wouldn’t want to live anymore.

If I can’t live, I might go crazy.

When the time comes, don’t blame me if I do something insane.

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