"Yael, ha ha, master, your name is very impressive."

in the backyard of the split Nanshan Mountain, Lu Chen held up a lovely baby with a long powder duosha that was still milk gas.

the doll was held high in the air, but there was no fear. He looked around in a daze, as if he liked the height very much.

next to Fang Zixin, holding the same lovely baby in her arms, is holding a rattle and looking curiously at the big man holding his brother. After a while, the little baby's eyes narrowed into a slit, giggled and laughed, making several old people and young women in the...