C579 This Letter Has Something to Do with Me?

Seeing that the grass in front of him was already half the height of his waist, Liang Qiancheng placed the exquisite wooden box in Jiang Shirann's hand. Then he squatted down and motioned for her to jump onto his back.

In the past, when a little girl was tired from walking, he would often carry her on his back. From the grass field to the beach, every place she liked