Thinking of the pain he had gone through before he transformed, she felt so sorry for him that she wanted to reach out and touch his head. However, the little guy's eyes were cold. She took a fork and inserted it into his mouth, which tasted like fruit.
Leng Yejin only ate and did not speak to her. His attitude was so cold that it could freeze a person into ice.
Why are you sulking?
No matter how she teased him, he would not smile. His small face was so long.
Tong Lu reflected on herself. Could it be that he could not take it because she had bullied him?
It didn't seem like she had bullied him, Yingluo.
She bought him clothes and made him food, treating him like a little ancestor. He used to think that Long Yan and the others treated him like a little emperor, but now he was even more than that. Why did it seem like he owed him eight million Yuan?
Depressed.
