C559 To my little boy

Gong Sun Qianzhou did not know how to reply, nor did he want to answer, he only stared intently at the bird.

Zhuo Qingyan looked at Ye Ying with raised head, and he could only walk over, and pour the fish in the vat on the ground. Then, he walked to the front of the cage and used his gloved hands to open the door.

The little red bird scuttled out of the cage