"Well," she nodded brightly, her voice almost hoarse. "I listen to aunt Butong."

"my dear, you must be hungry. I asked the kitchen to prepare your favorite dishes. Would you like to eat something first?"

"OK."

Butong led Yan Zheng's hand and walked out of the guest room. The eyes of both of them were red and swollen with tears. When Butong saw it, he didn't know what to say. He could only smile lovingly as usual, "bright and awake? Go and eat. "

"thank you, Grandpa Liang Liang forced himself to cry and answered politely.

old man Bu looked at his sensible appearance and couldn't help sighing.

Liang Liang...