C209 A Stranger's Morning Tea

Loong Zhiyu looked down again. The little guy's hand was chubby, and he was holding a spicy chicken drumstick. His little hand was full of oil. Loong Zhiyu was born a very particular person. How could he eat such food? Besides, I don't know how many germs are in that meaty little hand!

However, for some reason, he felt a warm feeling in his heart. It made the old man's heart