C92 To be Drunk

But just as he raised his hand, he thought about it and then lowered it. No matter what, Fong Angkang was Sangsang's father. If she hit him, where would Sangsang put her face?

Sigh.

How unlucky.

"Qianchu, are you pregnant?" Fong Sannsann glanced at Tang Yixin gratefully, and then went forward to support Qiao Qianchu's arm with her hand