Mo Yangyang did not sleep well that night. She got up before dawn.
She thought that no one would wake up at this time, but she realized that Little Chu had already woken up and was cooking porridge in the kitchen.
Mo Yangyang suddenly felt her heart warm up. This child was too good.
"Why are you up so early?" she asked. You're still young and need to grow. Go back and sleep for a while."
Little Chu immediately smiled.
He compared his height to Mo Yangyang's, then opened his hands.
The corner of Mo Yangyang's mouth twitched. It was over. She had been attacked by height.
Little Chu gestured with his hand and told her,"Sister, I don't need to grow taller. I'm fine like this."
Mo Yang Yang ...
"You ... You, forget it. If you want to get up early, then get up early. By the way, do you still remember that we're going to the competition tonight?"
Little Chu nodded. He remembered.
