Being stared at with disdain by his two younger brothers, the fifth prince hastily explained: "I didn't use too much force! I was just anxious..."
Ryan quickly wiped away her tears and replied, "Your Highness, don't worry. My hand is fine."
His eyes were still red, and his little face inherited the graceful beauty of the southern beauty Aunt Zhou, with a natural hint of forbearance of grievance, which made the Fifth Prince feel even more guilty.
The five-year-old Sixth Prince blinked his bright eyes and said indignantly: "My elder brother said that the most important thing about a competition is participation, and we can't be too concerned about winning or losing. We should click... click..."
He suddenly couldn't remember the words that his eldest brother had used, so he quickly turned his head to look at the seventh brother standing beside him, and sent a distress signal with his big eyes: "What did the eldest brother say he wanted?"
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