C72 The Little Milk Bag Was Powerful Enough to Protect His Mother

"Drink some milk."

Ruan Mizheng handed the milk to the mouth of the small milk bag with a gentle expression.

"Mommy, you drink too. These few days, you have been tortured by Daddy to the point of losing weight." The little milk bag spoke in a childish voice.

The voice was neither loud nor soft, just enough for everyone present to hear it all.

Ruan Mizheng's face was boiling hot