Anger puffed up her soft little white cheeks!
Leaving other things aside, her hands were really itchy, looking like she wanted to pinch them.
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This area was a relatively open space with a discontinuity less than one meter high ahead, separated by a green belt and a fence.
This place was outside of the Rong Family's domain, next to which streetlights were installed, giving off a light that wasn't too harsh.
"Fake stuff can make that much money!"
Little Bun was puffing up her cheeks, her two little hands striving to open wide, gesturing a big circle to express her dissatisfaction.
Tang Chuang couldn't hold back any longer and leaned down to rub Little Milk Baby's cheek.
Tang Chuang didn't smoke much and would drink a little from time to time. Because of Little Bun, he only lightly sipped half a cup at the banquet, his body emitting a faint scent of alcohol.
No stubble pricked the tender little cheek, and Little Bun didn't seem to mind.
