C1045 The iron rice bowl of the deaf nanny

Xuan Wu's gaze instantly changed, there was a kind of indescribable coldness in it, even when looking at Deaf Grandma it was cold like a block of ice.

The Deaf Grandma retracted her hand and stood not far away. Looking at her coldly, there was something strange that could not be said.

Zhuang Diandian wiped her mouth and returned the bowl to the table. Her expression was a little laughable