C938 Steamed Bun be Good

"Hungry... Mom..." The little guy opened his mouth. There was a look of grievance in his eyes. Saliva kept flowing out of his mouth. Then he lowered his head and leaned towards Chu Jiaxuan's chest. His mouth smacked and smacked. He looked pitiful.

Hearing this voice, Chu Jiaxuan's face turned red. This little kid had been arguing about milk early in the morning