Out of the corner of her eye, Li Qiyu saw Bo Yeyuan walking in her direction. Leike hooked his lips and said, "Young Master, the fish is hooked. Yeye loves it very much."
Yeye nibbled on a small shrimp, plumply sitting in the middle of the plate, devouring it with great joy.
Li Qiyu's figure came to a stop in front of the dining table, a shadow looming over—
Both little penguins raised their heads, curiously staring at Li Qiyu.
For these "mommy," the opportunities to interact were always rare, always alien.
Bo Yeyuan, with his napkin tied around his neck, sat with the arrogant posture of an aristocrat, cutting into his Italian sausage and chewing elegantly.
Thump, Li Qiyu's hands heavily slapped down on the table.
The plate in front of Bo Yeyuan jumped, and a bit of fresh milk splashed out.
Li Qiyu leaned in close, dangerously near Bo Yeyuan's ear, "Mr. Bo, have you had your fun yet?"
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