Ning Zhiyuan has been staring at Li Jiaren, listening to her words, I really can't laugh or cry, especially her words, when I grow up, I also have them.

he looks at Li Jiaren, who is still crying, sitting on the bed with his head bowed down. Her mouth is slightly raised. It's a kind of pampering and helpless smile. This little girl is so cute. I don't know what she thinks in her cerebellar pouch every day. It seems that I should pay more attention to the inner education of the little girl at ordinary times. Otherwise, the little girl grows up day by day In case, what should...