C195 Nursing the Fetus

"Second Xue, you are a dead man. Hurry up and bring me some food. Do you want us to starve to death?"

This voice was, of course, Wang Zhaodi's voice.

Xue Xue'er's hand holding the egg paused when she heard the voice. She quietly glanced at the milk face and her smile slowly stiffened.

The three little ones did not dare to say anything