C195 Little fellow don't recognize your father anymore

Dressed in a bathrobe, Yang Meng wiped his dripping hair with a towel and asked, "You still don't want to drink it?"

Qiu Hong looked at Yang Meng, and then stood up with a defeated expression and took the towel from his hands to help him wipe it away. His words carried a bit of a coquettish tone: "That's right, we've already tried milk, goat's milk, dog's milk, and cat's milk