C49 It's All Guo Nan's Fault

It was like a painting in a golden autumn. Men, children, golden leaves.

The cool breeze blew past many twilight years, but it was also difficult to find such a harmonious scene.

Qiao Xinxian accompanied Kangkang to play in the kindergarten for quite a while.

At 4: 30 PM, beautiful music drifted in the air. It was the sound of the bells when the babies finished their lessons