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After these past few days of acquaintance, Fang Zhixing had gained a rough understanding of each girl.
The little girl in front of him was called Xiaohua. She didn't know her own surname and was probably seven years old this year.
She was one of the children who had lost their families in these chaotic times.
At this moment, Xiaohua was holding a piece of osmanthus cake in her hands, her eyes shining as she tiptoed and stretched up, hoping to hand it over to Fang Zhixing.
Seeing this, Fang Zhixing gave a slight smile, crouched down, stretched out his hand, and received the osmanthus cake, saying with a smile, "Xiaohua, have you eaten your fill?"
"Mhm, I've eaten my fill."
Xiaohua lifted her shirt, patted her bloated stomach with force, going 'pat pat' which sounded like a boast.
Fang Zhixing couldn't help but be amused.
"Woof woof~"
Suddenly, Xigou's disgusting nasal voice came ringing out.
Xiaohua immediately motioned with her hand and called, "Doggy, come!"