On the verge of widowhood

Qiao Que shrank back into the wall again, hating that she was not good at creating space and couldn't shrink into the wall.

A pair of chestnut-colored eyes stared at Sansan on the sofa, holding Sansan on the sofa, who appeared to be as steady as a dog but secretly showed affection to him... a monster who couldn't see the original.

But his qualifications must be older than a rookie like him who was just born two months ago.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have bald all his hair.

Qiao Que puffed her cheeks and looked at Sansan coaxing that monster, thinking that his cheap father who had only seen him once since he transformed himself was really right.

Men are unreliable, turning their faces and being ruthless.

You see, you see, one second, he was holding a fruit plate on Sansan's body, and the next second, Sansan was sitting on his lap!