On the Bank of the river, Mengting's teeth sat alone on the blanket of the room, piled up on the wood, and his small pink mouth was so tall that he could read words in his mouth.

When the Assistant Housekeeper saw nobody around, he pushed the door in.

"Young Master, do you want sugar?"

The toothed black eyes glanced at the Assistant Housekeeper and shook his head weakly. "No."

"Lao Huo doesn't give it."

He didn't like the Assistant Housekeeper and ignored him.

The Assistant Housekeeper bites his teeth. This little bean is really troublesome. It's hard and soft.

and always shrewdly moved out the name of Huo Mu,...