C445 No Need to Comfort Me

Little Fenghe wrapped his arms around Qu Zhenzhen's neck, burying his face in her hair, and mumbled, "...It's not me, it's not me. It's your stomach growling, Godmother. You're hungry."

"Oh? Really? It's my stomach, huh? But what should I do? I've already eaten. Why am I still hungry?" Qu Zhenzhen crouched down, gently setting the little guy down, and smiled at his shy face. "Kids shouldn't lie