C427 The Realization of Being Played to Death by Me

Xiao Wu turned around and looked at Linghu Xiaojing, who was such a beautiful child. The first flower in the spring was fresh. Unfortunately, her life was not good! Seeing her mother's background, she thought about the child's tomorrow. If no one cared about her, she might fall into darkness in the future and find it difficult to get up.

For the first time in his life