C587 Little Boy Zheng Tiancai

"Miss Da, my son, Zheng Tianchai, greets you!"

Zheng Tianchai walked in front of Da Shihua and bowed with his hands clasped in front of his chest.

This person had a weak scholarly temperament and had the feeling of a weak scholar.

At the same time, his words and actions were filled with the flavor of a book.

"Scram!"

Before Da Shihua could open her mouth, Kua Haikou