The Might of the Little Bun

Su Xiaoxiao was a little sleepy. She yawned and asked, "Eh? Where's Dahu, Erhu, and Xiaohu?"

Recently, Matriarch Wei had been focused on selling herself to her eldest grandson, but tonight, she finally could not sell herself anymore. She was really tired.

Ghostfear thought that he could finally have peace. Unexpectedly, reality gave him a loud slap.

Dahu, Erhu, and Xiaohu came over tonight and danced on his bed.

Xiaohu held the small gong in his left hand and the small club in his right.

"Lalala ~ Lalala ~"

He kept knocking. Dahu and Erhu cooperated with his rhythm and shook it.

Ghostfear sat on the chair expressionlessly, feeling that he would be sent to the sky before he could complete the mission.

In comparison, Old Madam Wei's miserable tone was really a little pleasant.

He came to the bed and looked at the three little ones dancing with emotion. His eyes were cold.