Feng Zhi went to the boarding gate.
Meng Fu stood at the same spot and did not leave. Beside her, the little radish tilted its head slightly and looked at Meng Fu.
Meng Fu recognized him. He was Feng Zhi's son, Feng Xi.
He held his mother's hand and pursed his lips as he watched Feng Zhi leave. His eyes were a little red, but he did not cry.
She put her hands down, bent down, and looked at Feng Yi. when you grow up and become a perfumer as good as your father, you can bring your mother to see your father.
Feng Xi had been peeking at Meng Fu.
He recognized Meng Fu's voice as soon as he spoke.
Hearing this, he tilted his head and pouted. No.
Meng Fu raised his eyebrows.
Feng Yi's childish voice rang out. He lifted his chin and said in a powerful voice, " I want to be a monster!
Meng Fu was speechless.
Good ambition.
Beside her, Duan Yan and the others could not help but laugh.
