" Little brat, you can't just say whatever you want-" Feng Chu Ge tilted his head and glanced at him.
Ah Chen's expression froze. "I'll say it again, I'm not a child!"
If Ah Chen was angry, the consequences would be severe.
A cold aura radiated from his body.
The coldness startled the meatball in Ah Chen's arms.
The meatball, which was about to fall asleep, suddenly exploded.
" Meow!" The meatball cried out in fear.
Ah Chen reached out and stroked the meatball's fur. "I'll throw you out again-"
The meatball understood Ah Chen's words and immediately quieted down.
It lay on Ah Chen's legs, its body trembling slightly.
"Little Chen Chen…Don't be angry. Look, you're scaring meatball."Feng Chuge looked at Ah Chen's face that was pretending to be mature and could not help but reach out to pinch it again…
She was clearly a child, but she always made herself look like an adult.
His appearance was comical.