Puchi--
Looking at the big and two little ones' almost replicated intoxicated look, Zuo Lin could not hold it in and could not help but laugh out loud.
Damn it, they were so funny!
In the next second, Mo Chu and the two Little Dumplings opened their eyes at the same time and turned to look at the source of the voice. Those watery eyes were black and bright, as if they were glowing. Inadvertently, the mother and son trio's actions were once again in sync!
This time, even Ning Yiyuan could not help but smile.
"What's wrong?" Mo Chu turned to look at Ning Yiyuan after he finished chewing the fish ball in his mouth and marveled at how delicious it was.
Hey!
Strange, strange! She had just buried her head in a fishball, but why did the atmosphere at the table suddenly become so funny? she did not know what was funny!
Mo Chu raised her head in a daze.