C843 Your Son Is a Loser

Your son is a piece of trash.

On Chang An Street, in the side of the Chang An Club was the Great Hotel, the spicy nation's Sichuan Cuisine.

"Aiyo, Xueqing, you've finally gotten me a granddaughter!"

Zhang Wanqing was so happy that he couldn't find the right direction, and kept rubbing daughter-in-law's bulging stomach.

This banquet.

Zhang Jinghua