Rong Yan and meowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeow were stunned for a moment before they quieted down. The mother and daughter looked at each other. uh, I think so.
If he continued to shout like this, his throat would become hoarse. When he started to kick, he probably wouldn't be able to make a sound.
Rong Yan turned to look at her son, who was shaking hands with the opposing player. Yingying was wearing an Autumn Shirt. She was tall and thin, standing straight and handsome like a growing little white poplar. Coupled with that face, she was so handsome that she could kill all the young girls.
Even Rong Yan herself felt that her son was so handsome. After hesitating for a while, she said, " "But my son is so handsome. I can't help it."
In the next second, Rong Yan continued to wave the baseball cap in her hand and shouted at the green field, " son, Yingluo, mommy loves you. Go, go, Yingluo, you're so handsome, Yingluo.
