Gunshots (1)

"Are you really a beast? Is this your child?"

"I'm not a wild beast, and Little Fushun isn't my child.""

Yang Qingzhuo looked at Little Fushun closely and said,""Then who is this little guy?"

"I adopted her!"

Yang Qingzhuo looked at Little Fushun seriously again, then at Mo Xiu and said,"Oh, I see. What's its name?"

"Little Fushun!"

"Hahaha, he's actually called Little Fushun?"

Perhaps it was because of Yang Qingzhuo's mockery, Little Fushun was displeased.

Xiaofu sniffed and suddenly became excited. He rushed to Yang Qingzhuo.

It turned out that he was eyeing the meat in Yang Qingzhuo's hand!

Little Fushun bit down on the plastic bag and refused to let go. Mo Xiu held him in his arms.

"Little thing, you can't eat it raw now. You can eat it when it's cooked!"

Little Fushun's small head was filled with confusion. Why couldn't they eat raw?

Mo Xiu took the meat from Yang Qingzhuo's hands and prepared to go downstairs.