C957 He Was Put into a Coffin

However, Shitou stopped her. He held her hand and lifted her tender palm. Then, he used his index finger to gently stroke the shallow palm of the dragon.

Loong Qianqian was slightly stunned. She was amazed by her son's meticulous thoughts, as well as his intelligence.

She looked at her palm. A few years old child already knew how to write large amounts of Mandarin and Mandarin