At present, this little girl obviously belongs to the ancient spirit and the strange. When her head is crooked, she asks, "aunt, where is your little baby from? My mother said I picked it up in the garbage can, but I don't believe it! "

Zong Xia wiped the cold sweat before wiping his forehead, and casually said, "you are picked up in the trash can, then my baby is sent for full charge! Children, I'd better take you to your mother! "

after that, regardless of the boy's endless expression, he reached out and took him out of the back of the flower bed.

as soon as he looks...