C127 Qin Yiyao Is Getting Married

The most she did before she was two years old. She sat on the carpet in the living room and pulled out the flowers from the vase. Break them one by one, or open the things that could be found one by one. This kind of destruction had accompanied her since she was a child. She waited until there was nothing left to tear apart. She would sit on the ground and stare blankly, bored