"Forget it, let's not care about him."
Sacred hands threw his phone away and looked at Lin Hanxing.
"I haven't finished what you wanted. Give me two hours!"
As he spoke, sacred hands sniffed around.
"What's this smell?"
As he was about to smell Jiang Xibao, Jiang Xibao hid behind Lin Hanxing.
"What are you sniffing at!"
Lin Hanxing reached out and pushed sacred hands's silver-gray head!
"Meat buns?"
Jiang Xibao stuck half of his head out from Lin Hanxing's shoulder and nodded.
"Can you cook?"
Sacred hands rubbed his chin back and forth with his hand, looking like an old and scheming Silver Fox.
Jiang Xibao was baffled.
However, he still nodded because of Lin Hanxing.
"Do you know how to clean the room?"
"That's enough!"
Lin Hanxing's intuition told her that sacred hands was digging a hole for her little joy treasure.
&Quot; one last question, one last question! &Quot;
