Fang Zicheng looked at the person who spoke cautiously. He looked vigilant and did not speak to him.
Because at this moment, Number 199 was muttering non-stop in his mind—
"Brother Cheng Cheng, don't talk to strangers. Don't open the door for strangers…"
Fang Zicheng put down his dress coldly and turned to wash his hands. After turning around, he reprimanded Number 199 in his mind, "Shut up, be quiet!"
Number 199 shut up.
Fang Zicheng had just washed his hands and walked towards the banquet hall. Number 199, who had been quiet for a while, started talking again. This time, it said, "Brother Cheng Cheng, you look quite good in a dress."
Fang Zicheng was speechless.
Sha Shaolong looked at the little fellow's figure and recalled the funny scene just now. He could not help but laugh.
No, children were too cute! He also wanted a baby. What should he do?
Sha Shaolong shook his head and walked out of the washroom.