"What time is it now?"

Shengling Yao sat on the soft sofa, which was big enough for Shengling Yao to roll over.

"Shengju, it's 4:30 now, and there's nothing to eat on the plane. Do you need to call a little for you?"

Chapter deserves to be a close assistant, and even this little thing is thoughtful.

At 4:30? So it's 4:30 a.m. over there in China?

Sure enough, the kid must be sleeping soundly right now?

Shengling laughed and laughed, and a quiet, angel-like sleeping face appeared in her mind.

This time, Sheng Lingyao really is... Wrong guess!

because --

forest garden.

Qiujiayi blinked her sour eyes. No matter...