บท 892: Chapter 892: Ting Ge, You are My God

"What's gotten into you, seizing up like that with your face all contorted?"

Jiaojiao was genuinely surprised to see Little Fatty laugh so heartily.

He rarely showed such explicit emotions, as if he had suddenly returned to his childhood.

"Jiaojiao, you have a great brother," Little Fatty laughed joyfully.

"??? What hit your head?" Jiaojiao looked around, but they didn't keep a donkey at home.

It's amazing how he could blurt such a sentence without getting kicked by a donkey first.

"I will definitely work hard for the winter competition," Little Fat proclaimed with a vigor as if he was injected with chicken blood, clenching his fists.

This battle was not only for himself, but he was also carrying Jingting's expectations; he would never let Jingting down.

The inspired Little Fatty was short of howling to the sky: Jingting, you! Are! My! God!

"What's the shock that hit you? Please don't scare me like this..."