During breakfast, little nine was still picky about his food. Little seven had finished a bowl of pumpkin porridge, but he had not eaten half a bowl.
She looked very cute when she frowned.
Gu Jue was about to feed little 9th out of habit, but just as he was about to take the spoon from little 9th's hand ...
Gu Jue subconsciously glanced at Chu baiqing, who was eating porridge.
Her guilty look amused Ji Chenzhou, who was eating a quicksand bag.
"I say, father, are you trying to steal something or someone?"
Ji Chenzhou stuffed the remaining quicksand bag into his mouth and mumbled.
However, the last part of the sentence 'stealing someone' was particularly clear ...
"Why don't you choke to death!" Even now, Gu Jue was unwilling to raise his head and have eye contact with his third son.
He was afraid that if he saw his eyes that deserved a beating, he would really hit him.
