Chapter 1252

he still cares about him deeply and is very easily swayed."Humph!" she snorted, a haughty huff of indignation, as she roughly tousled his hair with the hairdryer. Then, in a low voice, barely audible...Chapter 1252how much the son loves this little pillow.Thinking about what Yisheng said, that his son doesn't talk much might be because his mother wasn't around when he was young... The more An Xiaotu thought abo...