I suddenly want to hear your voice.
These were probably the most touching words Fang Yusheng had ever heard.
He unilaterally believed that these were words of love.
Fang Yusheng could no longer hold back his smile.
Zhuang Long rolled his eyes at Fang Yusheng. He turned his head and complained to Ji Yinbing, "Look, a chick is a chick. A little flirting, and he's already happy like he's silly."
Ji Yinbing remained silent.
At this moment, the little boy who had been eating his breakfast looked up and suspiciously asked Zhuang Long, "Dad, what species of chicken is a chick?"
Zhuang Long's expression did not change as he told his son, "Turkey."
Zhuang Qilin looked at Uncle Yusheng. So Uncle Yusheng is a turkey?
"Sigh, what a pity! Uncle Yusheng came at the wrong time. If he had come a while ago, we could've eaten him on Thanksgiving." Zhuang Qilin looked sad.