C415 It's All My Fault

Lin Xinmo bashfully stretched out her fist and hit Lin Shaoyu's chest. Her soft strength was like scratching an itch on Lin Shaoyu's body. Her big hand held her fist as she asked with an evil smile, "Why, why are you picking clothes for our son so early?"

"Scoundrel." See how the staff thinks of you? " Lin Xinmo reminded him in a low voice, her face blushing