Jiang Huai 'an thought about it and agreed.
His younger sister was only four years old. If she had really seen such a filthy and ugly thing, she would have cried and screamed.
This little girl was so delicate and timid.
At this moment, his delicate, timid, and weak sister was looking at the messenger of death who was passing by.
The little one with red lips and white teeth scared the messengers of death in the outside world to kneel on the ground.
Yes, she was timid.
Jiang huailu followed behind her brother obediently, her big hand holding her small hand. She was so obedient.
"Huai 'an is back? Your grandmother knew that you were returning today and had huaijie buy the ingredients early. You ..." Old master Jiang happened to be walking out with his hands behind his back, and his eyes lit up when he saw the Jiang siblings.
The two of them bowed to the old man and called out, ""Grandfather."
