C211 Leathery Porridge

The corner of Lu Xingyue's mouth twitched when she saw that she looked like a cat whose hair had been blown up, looking exactly the same as her son's. When she saw that she was really angry, she could only soften her tone and say, "Fine, fine, I'm hurt, I'm hurt, don't move, I'll feed it to you."

"Humph!" When Lu Xingyue saw that he seemed to have compromised