C142 Confusion

Finally, the front of the villa became lively.

Look, it's Xiao Fei, it's Wei Wei. The two early risers joyously run around the garden, picking up the fragrance of the flowers like a pair of butterflies in the morning.

As Ke Zhengwei rolled down the window and looked on, he couldn't help but long for the warmth of his home.

"Xiao Fei, Weiwei, come back and wash your hands for dinner