Before I finished speaking, there was a voice shouting from the other side of bow bridge. Read Xuan, read Xuan.

the little man had a reaction to the man's voice, and the big gold nearby also shouted. Her mouth left the straw, looked at the devil Xuan again, leaned over with the smell of milk, chirped on his cheek, then ran to the man who called to read Xuan. I'm reluctant to part with this handsome uncle. He looks like a father. He looks back step by step and is reluctant to part with him.

magic Xuan is curious about the girl's name. Read Xuan? Miss devil Xuan, then he...