Qicheng saw Xiangxiang kiss him and compensated for his vanity as a father, so he touched his son's head in a solemn way, but his heart was not happy.

Now this stinky boy is a small copy of him. I don't know what he will look like when he grows up, what kind of girl he will meet, and what kind of love he will have...

Stop here and Qicheng finds that his father really thinks a lot.

So Qicheng looked softly at his daughter again, not that he praised her. Her daughter was beautiful.

The foam is smoothly trimmed and has grown a little longer. When it grows a...