They were both little packrats, so why was there such a huge difference?
Their little packrat looked soft and obedient, but the one beside him only knew how to roll on the ground and cause trouble everywhere.
They were both wearing large golden locks.
Why was their child like a delicate little princess while his brother was like the son of a landlord?
Shen Lang thought that if his mother had given birth to a delicate and soft little sister for him back then, Shen Yu, this little devil, would not have had anything to do with him.
"This is the East Continent, not Wu'an. If that little packrat's daddy wants to beat you up, it's useless even if you cry and call for your uncle."
Shen Lang only took a few more glances at the pink and chubby little packrat before he received Mo Beiyuan's murderous gaze.
Shen Lang could only nod slightly and hide his embarrassment with a smile.
