Gu Jue only cared about arguing with Feng Xi. He let go of Chu baiqing's hand. He couldn't say that he was small, but he couldn't say that Chu baiqing was small either.
Chu baiqing didn't want to go to the bathroom. He just didn't want to sit with Gu Jue. It was too depressing.
She walked to li beixiao's side and sat down, watching Mumu and Tang Tang build the sandcastle.
After the floor was covered, the castle already had a preliminary appearance.
"You're still staying at Jue's place for the next two days?"
Li beixiao filled the grinding tool with sand and handed it to Mumu.
"Yes, Jue has a temper. Ever since he was young, he likes to bully people. I'm a soft persimmon!"
How helpless and sorrowful this self-deprecation was.
"You're the only one who Pampers him and lets him do whatever he wants!"
"Why didn't ah Yan come?"
