Xiao Jing looks as if she is going to cry out. She is very resistant to the ink-washed car.

Lu Xiaoxiao could not help but stepped down from the car and squatted in front of Xiaojing and touched her hair.

"Xiao Jing, if you have a sister, I will protect you."

"Really?"

Xiao Jing looked at Lu Xiaoxiao with some disbelief, and saw the ink standing on one side with a cold face. He could not help but drill into Lu Xiaoxiao's bosom.

Lu Xiaoxiao took a look at Zhu Mo with Xiao Jing's eyes, and then comforted the little girl building in her arms with a soft voice: "Really,...