At nine o'clock, Mei Ji came over.
The moment she entered the courtyard, she saw the three little ones sitting in a row on the threshold, holding the small milk bottle and drinking milk.
This was the first time she had seen such a strange water bag. This was not the main point. The main point was that her three young husbands were too cute.
She walked over with a smile and pinched their faces one by one.
The three little ones drank their milk immersively and did not move.
Mei Ji walked to the stone table and said to Zhuge Qing, who was playing chess alone again, "Sir, get into the carriage first. I'll help you move your things."
Zhuge Qing had just pinched a chess piece with her slender fingers when he paused and asked, "What carriage?"
