บท 536: A Tyrant Thrashed in the Snow

Walking up to Liu Rushuang, Han Moze squatted beside her and persuaded, "Stop fooling around. Are you sure you should be making snowmen with that stomach of yours?'

Liu Rushuang patted her swelled belly then and chuckled, "It's fine—I'm not afraid of the cold, and I think the children in my tummy aren't either."

"Little White Flower dragged you out here, didn't she?" Han Moze turned to look at the kid, who was beside herself with amusement nearby.

Shooting Han Moze a look, Liu Rushuang suddenly grabbed a pile of snow and threw it at his face while he was defenseless.

"Hahahaha…" She was clutching her belly in laughter—her sneak attack somehow worked, and it was hilarious to find that tyrant's face filled with snow.

"Hahaha…" Lian Jiuhua could no help chuckling as well. He had just arrived, and did not think that his wish to have someone bully that tyrant come true so quickly.