Yan Hua hummed a tune that was out of tune. He was indeed in a good mood.
He had everything he needed, but all he needed was a little help.
He was naturally very confident in the films he had made, especially this one. After ten years of sharpening the sword, as long as the sword was unsheathed, it would definitely be a sharp blade.
At this moment, in the garden of remnants, Yan Huan was holding a spoon and carefully feeding xunxun the medicine.
“Baby, be good. Let’s take the medicine. It’s not bitter at all.”
