C1781

Chapter 1781 - Taste of the Calves

Du Du cried bitterly.

Asking a child what he knew, even at this critical juncture, his breath was still choked with sobs, making him unable to explain the reason behind it.

No matter how curious Ling Feng was, it was impossible.

Holding the cutlery as if it were a side dish, he fed Toot.

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