You little white-eyed Wolf

The little meatball was still in its sleep when it suddenly felt that something was wrong with its claws. The moment it opened its eyes, it saw Ling Chuxi grabbing its food. This time, it was not going to let it go. It cried out in protest and clutched its food tightly.

"You ungrateful wretch, I was the one who roasted it. If I starve to death, who will make you food?" Ling Chuxi reprimanded little meatball.

When the little meatball heard this, he unwillingly let go of his paw with tears in his eyes ...

"Embarrassing." Suddenly, the Beauty's faint voice came. He had to admit that the 'beauty' s 'voice was really nice to listen to, and it was really as touching as a clear spring. However, this faint voice was full of disdain.