Butong picked up his mobile phone and looked at it, less than six o'clock.

OK, didn't oversleep.

Butong got up and washed. As soon as he went downstairs, he heard the lively voice in the living room.

Qian Jin and song Chi are fighting over each other. They don't know what they are arguing about.

"Mom!" When Yan Zheng saw Butong, he hurriedly pushed away the two people beside her and ran towards her.

Butong stooped, reached out his hand, and filled himself with it. Looking at the fierce struggle tired of playing coquettish on her, he felt warm in his heart, "what's the matter?"

"my father said that my...