C1263 There Is Not Much Food Left.

"Let go of my potato chips!" Yang Xuan glared at Dou Pengpeng.

"Yang Xuan, don't be so petty. We're all family. Why are you being so petty?" Dou Pengpeng said unhappily.

"What the hell? Where did the three bags of potato chips I hid last time go? Were they stolen by rats? But after the last time, the corner of your mouth was full of potato chips."

Yang Xuan sneered at Dou Pengpeng