Fat little hands wipe away the tears from the corner of Muchu flute's eyes.

"Mommy, don't cry."

"Lao Huo is bad!"

Young people don't swear, they only know that bad is the most vicious swearing words.

Mu Chudi took her teeth in her arms and ate some porridge. Finally, she was able to exert herself.

Her voice choked, her face touched the fat cheeks of her teeth, and she rubbed hard.

The sense of being lost and recovered really did not calm her down.

Despite the early sensation that he was her tooth, the moment she was confirmed, her cheerful heart could not be suppressed.

"Call again."

Mu Chudi wants...