Little Theater one
It was time for little rice dumpling to turn eight.
One day, in the Manor, Ruan Zeyan’s study room suddenly rang with a loud alarm. The alarm was so loud that the entire manor was on high alert.
In the study room, little rice dumpling and meat dumpling stared at each other with their eyes wide open.
“Big Brother... What do we do now?”Meat Dumpling’s face was filled with panic. The six-year-old him was still a round and smooth baby.
Little Rice dumpling frowned as he looked at the flashing red light in front of him. Although he looked calm on the surface, his heart was already trembling to the point of goosebumps.
Seeing that little rice dumpling did not speak, little rice dumpling became anxious. His eyes were red. “Big Brother, tell me, what should we do now? When Daddy comes later, he will teach us a lesson.”