C276 The sensible moya

Mu Yi did not answer him. Instead, he ran over and happily climbed onto his lap to sit. He said in anticipation, "Eldest Uncle, I want to eat some." She pointed at the beautifully crafted snack s.

"Have you let Eldest Uncle see that Mu Ya's small hands have been washed clean?"

Mu Ya immediately spread out her hands, her white and tender hands still stained with water