C106 Designated as Biological

After instructing the green bamboo, Mother Qin turned around to face the wooden door, raising her hand and knocking twice.

"Who is it?" From inside, the voice of a little boy could be heard.

His speech speed and timbre was similar to that of a small host in a children's program. It carried a bit of a broadcast channel, clear and sonorous.

"It's me, Qin Ma