C114 He Calculated the Gift for the Little Milk Bag

None of them spoke, either. Take the vines out and start weaving.

Mu Zhizhi wanted to help a few times, but just as her small hand reached over, she was grabbed and gently bit.

Even Xiao Qinghao pinched it.

"Zhizhi, be good. We will make it up right away. You eat sugar. I will put it in your pocket." Xi Suxiang looked at her little daughter pouting angrily and coaxing her gently