Little Ling 'er placed her hands on her hips. you're not even as tall as me. You're definitely a little brother. I'll only acknowledge you as an older brother when you're taller than me.
Little Mo was stunned.
He looked at his short melon-like height, then looked at the aggressive little Ling 'er, and instantly wilted.
Was it his fault that he didn't grow up? but he had clearly lived for many years, yingluo.
"Little long 'er, she's bullying me,"
Little Mo turned his head around, feeling wronged. He pitifully pulled on little long 'er's sleeve. His little appearance was extremely cute, and his eyes were filled with crystal tears.
Bai Xiaochen pursed his pink lips.
he didn't know why, but when he saw little mo pestering little long 'er, he was in a bad mood.
Perhaps Yingluo had already treated long 'er as his own sister, so he naturally didn't want any brat to come to her side.
