The onlookers chuckled in their hearts.
With Mo Beiyuan's personality, how could he eat the pastry that had been deformed by the little packrat's hand?
But the slap in the face came too quickly.
Everyone saw the Ghost King, who previously did not allow anyone to get close within three steps, lower his head and take a bite of the pastry handed to him by the child.
He did not look disgusted at all.
Looking at the little ball in his arms, everyone sighed again. How did the Ghost King father such a soft and obedient little ball?
This was simply against the laws of heaven!
Seeing that her little packrat had finally stopped eating the pastry, Yun Ran leaned back and called out to Mo Beiyuan, "Feed her some vegetables. Don't give her too much meat. Just feed her a little less fish. It's not easy to digest too much meat at night."
