When Qin Canglan heard this cry, he was immediately stunned.
The little fat girl was wearing red underpants and an undergarment. Her body was fair and tender, and her chubby arms and legs were like lotus roots. Her serious expression was extremely fierce.
Even the New Year drawing dolls written by the top scholar were not so cute.
Qin Canglan looked at the little fatty in a daze. "You are…"
"Wuwa!" Wei Xiaobao continued to exert her domineering aura and said, "Yiyaya, yiyaya, yiyaya!"
More than ten months later, Wei Xiaobao developed a new baby language.
"Sister asked you to let Xiaohu go!"
Erhu translated.
"Sister? She's your sister?"
Qin Canglan's eyes were so bright that they seemed filled with stars.
Erhu muttered, "Uh… This voice is a little familiar."
"Human trafficker! Human trafficker!"
Xiaohu was still struggling and did not listen carefully to Qin Canglan's voice.
