Chapter 2147, Page Saint Ning is carried back to his room by Ling Xian.

He sat down on the sofa, put his lovely granddaughter on his lap, and looked at her clasped palm.

Ling Xian naturally knew that there was something in her granddaughter's palm, so she laughed and said, "What kind of treasure is this?"

Sheng Ning smiled and put his small fist in front of Ling Fang and spread it out carefully.

On her white and soft little fat hand, a bright heart-shaped powder drill lay quietly.

Ling Xian wants to open her mouth again, but she holds her fist tightly and takes back the powder drill preciously:...