C143 Happy

Shui Se's eyes reddened when he heard his son's words. He bent down and picked up Shuicao, doting on his own son's little face as he repented guiltily, "Daddy, how could I not love this little grass? This little grass is father's lifeblood. Hm? Would Little Grass be willing to kiss Father? "

Holding his father's face, Shui Cao, whose nose was red from crying