1145: This Kind of Behavior Was No Different From Murder

This Kind of Behavior Was No Different From Murder

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　　 Ye Tianxin rushed to Li Xingchen and Xie Xinghe with little Cuican in her arms.

　　 "Little Cuican has an allergy."

　　 Li Xingchen and Xie Xinghe looked towards little Cuican when they heard her. They asked, "Cuican, what did you eat?"

　　 "I only ate a little cake."

　 Little Cuican's face burned red when she got allergic.

　　 "Tianxin and I will send Cuican to the hospital. You and Qingcang go and find out what's going on."

　　 "My brother-in-law will also go with you, and I will check it out alone."

　　 Little Cuican was allergic to certain things. Li Xingchen should've known that by now.

　　 They should've told the baker in advance that some ingredients couldn't be used.

　　 What's more, Xie Xinghe must've been more worried about Cuican's current health than finding the allergen.

　　 "Let's go. Little Cuican's allergies can't wait any longer."

　　 Ye Tianxin, Li Xingchen, and Xie Xinghe left the party with little Cuican.

　　 Ying Yimei, who had been standing aside and couldn't find a chance to approach Li Qingcang, finally had time to squeeze in front of Li Qingcang.

　　 "Brother, what happened to little Cuican?"

　　 Li Qingcang said solemnly, "It's all right..."

"Oh."

　　 Ying Yimei was a little lost.

　　 Li Qingcang stepped aside and asked the staff, "Where's the baker?"

　　 The baker, who had been in the lounge, heard Li Qingcang's voice and walked out.

　　 "Hello, I am the one in charge of the desserts."

　　 The man who made the cake was a Korean man who spoke unsophisticated Chinese. When he spoke, his manner of speaking seemed to be awkward.

　　 "When you were making the cake, were you alone or with your assistant?"

　　 The dessert chef looked at Li Qingcang and did not understand why he was asking. "Wait, what happened?"

　　 "Our child is allergic to mangoes, and we should have told you."

　　 The dessert chef said, "Yes, I knew, and I didn't use any mangoes in my cake."

　　 "I need to taste your cake."

　　 The dessert chef nodded and said, "OK. Sir, don't worry. I would never do something like that."

　　 He clearly knew that his guest was allergic to the mangoes. If he added the mangoes to the cake, wouldn't it be harmful to his guest?

　　 Moreover, this kind of behavior was no different from murder.

　　 Li Qingcang looked at the cake in front of him and took a nibble of it. He couldn't take any mango in it.

　　 Could it be that it was not the cake that caused little Cuican's allergy, but something else?

　　 Before long, Qie Yiyan came with a team of professional staff.

　　 "Qingcang, I'll stay here, and you go to the hospital."

　　 "Okay."

　　 For the Li and Xie families, the little Cuican was the jewel in their palms.

　　 Little Cuichan's allergy caused all the members of both families to come to the hospital.

　　 Even Ye Linlang, who was resting in the hospital, also came outside the emergency room.

　　 Little Cuican had got a rash all over her face right now.

　　 "Mommy, I'm itchy."

　　 Little Cuican felt itchy all over her body, and she wanted to reach out and scratch.

Li Xingchen didn't dare to let little Cuican scratch herself. She reached out to wipe little Cuican's tears and said to her, "Cuican, you can't scratch with your hands. If you scratch, you will have scars, then you won't be pretty..."

　　 Little Cuican hummed uncomfortably.

　　 Seeing that, Ye Linlang said to Li Xingchen, "Xingchen, you try to divert her attention."

　　 Li Xingchen was sweating with anxiety. Her baby was sick, but there was nothing she could do as a mother.

　　 Looking at her daughter like this was like torture for her.

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