"Mommy, let me do it." Lingqile holds Leng Yinuo's leg and laughs so bad. It's like lingjichen. It's true that his father must have his son. In those days, lingjichen always played tricks on himself. Now, Fengshui turns around in turn and let his son repair him!

"eh, there are just four people, gathering for a table of mahjong." Cheng Haidong patted Leng Yuhao on the shoulder. "Get ready for mahjong. I'm in a good mood today. I'll give you some pocket money."

"no, I'm going to tell Lele a story. Let's play cards." Leng Yunuo hurriedly waved her hand. She didn't want to fight. She didn't have that interest...