Demon Yan Yu

However, Fang Zikai, who was not even three years old, could not read at all.

He was indignant.

He immediately retorted, "I'm learning from you. You always look at the little tadpoles looking for their mother."

Fang Zicheng loved to see little tadpoles looking for their mother. Every day before bed, he would ask Fang Yusheng to tell him the story of little tadpoles looking for their mother. He could never get tired of hearing it.

After hearing his younger brother's words, Fang Zicheng, who rarely had emotions, actually felt a little ashamed.

Seeing that his brother stopped talking, Fang Zikai looked as if he had won a battle. His expression was arrogant.

Qiao Jiusheng stood up and walked to Fang Yusheng's side.

The two of them faced the rose garden in front of them. Qiao Jiusheng touched her arms and could not help but say, "If Fu Fu can't be caught…"

"It won't happen."