C117 I Don't Want Mu Qingyu's Money

Qin Ran pinched the space between her brows and sighed with melancholy, "Other than the one who inherited my beauty and wisdom, who else could it be?"

That's right, Qin Ran knew that it was her family's little bun. When the little bun was two years old, he would use his computer to search all kinds of cartoons and watch them. Then, when he was three years old