C175 Come on kill me!

Come on, kill me!

"Mom, let's go home."

After Xiao Li left, Ye Liu held Zhang Lan and sobbed.

Zhang Lan sighed, wanting to carry a silly boy who was sitting on a chair.

This boy, who was about twelve or thirteen years old, was sitting on a chair. From time to time, a silly smile appeared on his face. He looked very pitiful.

Seeing that, Lin Lang said: "Aunt