C597

"Mother, I've come to see you …"

Before the person arrived, the sound had already arrived.

Little Crystal's voice was crisp and pleasant to the ears.

Xia Ying, who was carrying Nian Xia, stood up from the sofa and looked towards the door.

The next second, a figure as lively as a fawn flashed in through the door, followed by another figure.

Little Ming and Little Crystal