He is cold-hearted and has never had any unnecessary emotions when speaking.

So if you listen to this, you will inexplicably carry a bit of majesty that cannot be violated.

Tuanzi had long been used to his tone, but listening to this condition, his little face collapsed.

"Ah? But I-"

She finally managed to grow up and now she has a rare leisure time. How could she be restricted like this?

Before she finished speaking, she saw Zi Chen picking up a sour spirit fruit and feeding it to her mouth.

Her eyes lit up and she rushed over.

"Ah! My fruit!"

She focused all her thoughts on food, and even forgot to say goodbye to Yi Ming.

When she came to Zi Chen, she raised her face:

"Purple Dust, where is mine? Where is mine?"

The purple dust bites the fruit, and the rich juice spreads between the lips and teeth.

He spoke slowly:

"This is the last one."

Tuanzi: "..."

Zi Chen raised his chin.

"I'm sending you back, but I won't thank you."

Tuanzi bowed to Yi Ming in a naughty way, without even stopping his eyes.

I ate a little too much, and the tip of my tongue touched my upper palate, and I felt my teeth sore.

He looked at the boy not far away and spoke casually and coldly:

"Thank you for sending our dumpling back."
Chapter completed!