"J-junyu Zhenzhen!" The old lady stretched out her hand to her eldest grandson.
His eyes were filled with fear, regret, annoyance, and even a trace of admiration.
She, she had never seen such a girl.
How could his hand be so strong! How could it be?
This, this, this, was this still a girl?
He was probably the reincarnation of Nezha's third Prince!
The old lady was a superstitious person. At that moment, she was already looking at ruan Mengmeng with a trembling gaze.
Behind her, mother Wang also had a look of horror on her face. Although she had long known that this female tyrant was not to be trifled with, seeing her "performance" again with her own eyes still made mother Wang break out in a cold sweat.
Li junyu sighed silently in his heart and walked forward to clean up the mess.