C28 Don't Marry a Bad Woman

"What happened to Little Master?"

Hearing Mo Zicong's question, the housekeeper told him everything that had happened.

"Beichen, come here."

Mo Zicong lowered his voice, his eyes filled with guilt. No matter how domineering little devil was, he was just a five-year-old child. He still cared about the little guy's feelings.

"I'm hungry. I want to eat Tangyuans