Chapter 217 He Cooked Breakfast Himself

ijing sat on the sofa watching the two whisper to each other. Seeing a faint smile at the corner of her son's mouth, she suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction that her pig raised for thirty-one years...Chapter 217 He Cooked Breakfast Himselfbefore her, lowered his head, and gently kissed the corner of her mouth. "Let's go, the driver is waiting downstairs."An Xiaotui nodded and left in his arms.At the entrance of the Kr·C International F...