The magic tricks that Jia Cong, who had endless hands, were extremely interesting.

So he loves to run here.

The five or six-year-old brat was a chatterbox, and Jia Huan was even more serious. Without breathing a few times, he began to chatter again: "Jia Cong, don't be proud.

Do you think those people in school will pity you?

Dreaming in the daytime!

They are all watching your jokes and wish you starved to death!”

"Who is watching the joke? Who wants Jia Cong to starve to death?"

As soon as Jia Huan finished speaking, a voice came from outside the house.

Hearing the sound, Jia Huan jumped up from the wooden bed.

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Chapter completed!