C511 Little Demon King

Wang Lin understood when she heard this. "Like me." When she was young, she might have gone even more overboard than Hsiao Jinyu. She followed her friends everywhere, but she did not expect her son to be the same as her.

It was a pity that Hsiao Jinyu's nice name might not be as good as Hsiao Yan's when he grew up. At least Hsiao Yan looked like a modest gentleman, but looking at Hsiao Jinyu